| It’s been a minute
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| Everything’s the same but different
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| Everyone moved on or stayed too long
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| Doing the same things
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| Can’t help but miss it
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| Thought I might come back and visit
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| You and I moved on but we still got
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| A whole lot of history
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| Is it too late?
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| I know we went separate ways
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| But I just wanted to say hey
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| Yo, I’m back home for the weekend
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| Called you up but you were sleeping
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| I wanna do those things we used to do
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| Back when we ran these neighbourhood streets
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| Wrote our names in the wet cement
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| We can’t go back again
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| But we can pretend for one more weekend
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| One more weekend
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| We said forever
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| Never thought our time together’d ever stop
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| But it did and we’re not kids anymore
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| I’ve got our photos in a drawer
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| People don’t keep those anymore
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| But I did, can’t get rid of who we were before
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| Is it too late?
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| I know we went separate ways
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| But I just wanted to say hey
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| Yo, I’m back home for the weekend
|
| Called you up but you were sleeping
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| I wanna do those things we used to do
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| Back when we ran these neighbourhood streets
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| Wrote our names in the wet cement
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| We can’t go back again
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| But we can pretend for one more weekend
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| One more weekend
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| Monday will wash away the fantasies
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| We’ll have to go back and face reality
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| But we’ve got forever between now and then
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| We can pretend
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| Yo, I’m back home for the weekend
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| Called you up but you were sleeping
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| I wanna do those things we used to do
|
| Back when we ran these neighbourhood streets
|
| Wrote our names in the wet cement
|
| We can’t go back again
|
| But we can pretend for one more weekend
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| One more weekend
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| We can pretend for one more weekend
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| One more weekend
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| One more weekend
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| One more weekend, yeah |