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Mum yelled at us kids to put our toys away |
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Play games that your sister can play |
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My brothers learnt young they had to do it my way |
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On Charlestown Road |
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Cricket in the yard with the family |
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Playing underneath that apricot tree |
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Built a cubby house just my brother and me |
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On Charlestown Road |
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I still remember falling asleep each night |
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To the sound of diesel engines and trucks rolling by |
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Do we ever stop missing our childhood home |
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No matter how far or where I roam |
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I know I won't |
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Charlestown Road |
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Had to share a room just my brother and me |
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The youngest two in our family |
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The older boys got to have their own you see |
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On Charlestown Road |
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Catching cicada's in the big gum tree |
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Hold them in your hands and then set them free |
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Lying on the branches in the summer breeze |
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On Charlestown Road |
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I still remember falling asleep each night |
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To the sound of diesel engines and trucks rolling by |
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Do we ever stop missing our childhood home |
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No matter how far or where I roam |
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I know I won't |
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Charlestown Road |
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So different now I wouldn't recognise |
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Where the roses grew is now fenced inside |
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Seems like a memory, like a picture slide |
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Charlestown Road |
