| I look up at the house we used to live in
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| Walk on down the street where we grew up
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| I can hear the wind sing from the oak trees
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| The ones where we would climb up to the top
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| The sun, it dips the rooftops into yellow
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| Look at our old high school down the road
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| The place I took my first love to the movies
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| Holding hands with heartbeats in our throat
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| So many years already have gone by
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| But I told you that I was coming back
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| Back to you
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| Back to you
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| I will always come back to you
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| Back to you
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| Back to you
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| In the end all roads lead back to you
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| I meet some of my friends down at the old bar
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| See what’s left of all our childhood dreams
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| At least there is one thing we know for certain
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| We will never change
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| So many years already have gone by
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| But I told you that I’m always coming back
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| Back to you
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| Back to you
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| I will always come back to you
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| Back to you
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| Back to you
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| In the end all roads lead back to getting lost
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| If getting lost is what I’ll have to do
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| To know that every road will bring me back
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| Or take me home
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| Back to you
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| Back to you
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| I will always come back to you
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| Back to you
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| Back to you
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| In the end all roads lead back to you |