| I measured many miles and roads,
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| I saw a lot of strange places ...
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| I'm with you for a minute
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| hug-doors
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| Open up the front door for me!
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| Here is my childhood
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| Sliding down the railing
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| And with the neighbor's boy,
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| Lurking in the dark, smoking.
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| Here, along the sloping stairs,
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| Childhood hurried to school
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| And then it went somewhere
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| And didn't come back.
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| People walk by without looking back,
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| It's hard to get to know me...
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| Allow me, my entrance,
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| On this site
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| Just stand for a minute...
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| Here is my once youth
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| She squeezed the girl's hand
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| And driveway gloominess
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| Echoed oaths repeated ...
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| And then, calling on the road,
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| Youth handed me a backpack,
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| Led me to the threshold
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| And separated from the entrance.
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| Many years, many winters I wanted
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| Meet you again, entrance.
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| I would stay, my friend
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| But waiting for my maturity
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| So many miles and strange places...
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| Someone's childhood to meet me
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| Sliding down the railings,
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| Someone's youth this evening
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| The hand of the girl squeezes ...
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| Well, for me - to measure the roads,
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| Sleep sometimes for an hour a day ...
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| Open the entrance, the door to me,
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| I stopped by for a minute! |