| Let’s take the green road home tonight
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| Overgrown trees cut out the light
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| Back to our parents' home
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| Always in Ektachrome
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| First you turn left, then you turn right
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| But when we arrived there was no roof, and no front door
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| There were no windows on any floor
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| Back to the bricks and wood
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| Like the rest of the neighbourhood
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| It was our parents' house no more
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| What was it that I hoped I’d see?
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| A revelation? |
| Or some sign of safety?
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| Places can accumulate so much weight
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| The beech tree at the front was gone
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| I was a boy up there in that top room
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| Some days I couldn’t wait to leave, yet I still believe
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| And as we retraced our steps that night
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| The city approached and the sky grew bright
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| It’s better to move on
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| Because the past is gone
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| There’s nothing left behind
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| So let the green road wind
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| You won’t straighten out its line
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| Imagine if we could
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| Shake off this stuff for good
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| It’s only bricks and wood
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| Yeah, imagine if we could
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| Shake off this stuff for good
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| It’s only bricks and wood |