| I drove my car along the old bus route to my parents house today
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| And on the way I saw the places I once loved begin to fade
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| The recreation ground I knew so well have been replaced
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| With worn out football pitches and tennis courts and empty space
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| I miss the days I used to know I had a place
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| And all the friends I thought I loved weren’t far way
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| Before I lost my way, and these streets still knew my name
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| I miss the days when I knew I had a place, a place in everything
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| Now there’s ghosts in the eyes of the checkout girls and the boys who run the
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| bars
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| Who 5 years ago were aspiring artists or poets with guitars
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| We wore our hearts so far down our sleeves that we lost them day to day
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| But this place isn’t the same you see, and these streets don’t feel like home
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| to me
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| I miss the days I used to know I had a place
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| And all the friends I thought I loved weren’t far way
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| Before I lost my way, and these streets still knew my name
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| I miss the days when I knew I had a place, a place in everything
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| I parked the car and made my way down, closer to the sea
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| I inhaled the summer breeze and I felt free
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| I forgot how much I missed the way, the sun lit up the east coast bays
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| And made the north sea come alive
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| And at night we’d pass the lighthouse by on the way to drown ourselves in
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| illegal wine
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| And we’d stay awake until the morning cars went by
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| With nothing but bus fare and a smile
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| I couldn’t help but smile |