| These streets are yours, you can keep them
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| I don’t want them
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| They pull me back, and I surrender
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| To the memories I run from
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| Oh, we have paved these streets
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| With moments of defeat
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| But even if we won’t admit it to ourselves
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| We’ll walk upon these streets and think of little else
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| But I won’t show my face here anymore
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| I won’t show my face here anymore
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| These streets are yours, you can keep them
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| In my mind it’s like you haunt them
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| And passing through, I think I see you
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| In the shapes of other women
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| Oh we have filled these walls
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| With our mistakes and flaws
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| But even if we won’t admit it to ourselves
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| We’ll walk upon these streets and think of little else
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| But I won’t show my face here anymore
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| I won’t show my face here anymore
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| All that’s left behind
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| Is a shadow on my mind
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| All that’s left behind
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| Is a shadow on my mind
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| But even if we won’t admit it to ourselves
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| We’ll walk upon these streets and think of little else
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| But I won’t show my face here anymore
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| I won’t show my face here anymore
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| I won’t show my face here anymore
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| I won’t show my face here anymore |