| As I’m walking down yesteryear’s lane
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| Past the houses and homes of my life
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| Deserted and empty no lights
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| In the windows at night it’s all quiet
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| I’ve been searching in all of these rooms
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| Rattling at closed doors and cryin'
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| But those years have been fading in time
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| Like a book that’s been never read twice
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| Goddamn I haven’t seen before
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| Call me stupid, call me blind
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| A prospect of what might have been
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| Unnervingly entering my mind
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| Listening to Bruce all night long
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| As he’s driving away in a stolen car
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| Down the road
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| Riding by night
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| Down the highways and byways of time
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| Strange but I seem to be back again
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| From these restless years
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| Sure it comes as a surprise
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| But I’m still here
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| More different than I thought I am
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| No more prey to blind fear
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| I’m back again no more being departed, my friend
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| Wondering why everyone just walked away
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| Left all fucked up one fine day
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| Acting in very strange ways
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| I couldn’t find the right words to say
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| But now I see it was all just my fault
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| Every romance comes to a grinding halt
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| When you lose yourself in someone else
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| Instead of cutting your own path, my friend
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| Rewrite the story of my life
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| Forgive and forget if you can
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| No more dyin' for you under your balcony blue
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| Been there, done that several times
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| Yes, I can live on top of the mountain
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| It’s not cold and forsaken at all
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| There with you
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| Me and you
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| Yes we’ve opened the door to a new world
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| Strange but I seem to be back again
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| From these restless years
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| Sure it comes as a surprise
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| But I’m still here
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| More different than I thought I am
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| No more prey to blind fear
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| I’m back again no more being departed, my friend
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| Strange but I seem to be back again
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| From these restless years
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| Sure it comes as a surprise
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| Stay here, stay near
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| Stronger than I thought I am
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| Forget about the tears
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| I’m back again no more being departed, my friend |