| I know these streets and these backyards
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| This barn that’s falling down
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| We come to where they’re building now
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| And ride our bikes around
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| You think I’m just a little kid
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| Some troubles on the way
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| But I knew this place before you did
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| Is all I’ve got to say
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| I’m only walking
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| Through these streets and all around
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| I’m only walking
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| I know this town
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| We come home through these fields at night
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| About a million times
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| I’d walk the road with my eyes closed
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| And all the paths besdies
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| And I know the boy who broke this fence
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| And I know his brother, too
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| And they’s never give me half a chance
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| If I let on to you
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| I’m only walking
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| Through these streets and all around
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| I’m only walking
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| I know this town
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| I know this town
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| We dam the streams, we raid the shacks
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| And hide in boxcars on the tracks
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| We know these quarries in our sleep
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| And where they’re cold and where they’re deep
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| I’ll go down to the bowling alley
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| And buy smokes and Dentyne
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| I find some loose change every day
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| Under that Coke machine
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| You check me out as you drive by
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| Like there was some big deal
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| But I know so much you’ll never find
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| From there behind the wheel
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| I’m only walking
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| Through these streets and all around
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| I’m only walking
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| I know this town
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| I know this town
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| I know this town
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| I know this town |