| You seen the days when the roads were death
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| And the fires burned right to the brim
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| And the bike you rode to school now it rests
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| And your story begins
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| You read your fair share of books
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| You tied your lace a thousand times
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| And you saw the good in the worst of the crooks
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| And your story begins, and your story begins
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| The sun it burns so I jump right in
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| I felt the cold sea kiss my skin
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| I turned around and you were gone
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| And Im thinkin of you, thinkin of you
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| Old friend where you headed for now
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| Old friend where you headed for now
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| Window frames of old pictures of you
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| And the tree outside appears on end
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| And you seen the good in the seam of the crop
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| And your story begins, and your story begins
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| The sun it burns so I jump right in
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| I felt the cold sea kiss my skin
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| I turned around and you were gone
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| And Im thinkin of you, can’t stop thinkin of you
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| Old friend where you headed for now
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| Old friend where you headed for now
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| Old friend where you headed for now
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| Old friend where you headed for now |