| Oh retrospect, It’s a curse we can’t prevent
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| And the days we loved the most have all been spent
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| And we smoked ourselves to an early grave, that ended with a fight
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| And i walked for miles and slept next to the bus shelter that night
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| There’s a ghost down every street
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| In the places where we used to meet
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| Fifteen years i miss you far to much
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| There’s a ghost down every street
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| In the places where we found our feet
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| Fifteen years is always old enough, So here’s to growing up
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| We were the kings and queens, of the east coast village streets
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| With an air of confidence and grass stained knees
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| And the night were always (nights) were always long
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| And our inhibitions (inhibitions) gone
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| There’s a ghost down every street
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| In the places were we used to meet
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| Fifteen years i miss you far to much
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| There’s a ghost down every street
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| In the places where we found our feet
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| Fifteen years is always old enough, Three cheers for growing up,
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| Three cheers for growing up
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| And we moved away, and we left the days where we were never tired (were never
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| tired)
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| There’s a ghost down every street
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| In the places were we found our feet
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| Fifteen years is always old enough
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| There’s a ghost down every street
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| In the places where we used to meet
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| Fifteen years i miss you far to much
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| So here’s to growing up
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| There’s a ghost down every street
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| In the places where we found our feet
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| Fifteen years is always old enough
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| So here to growing up
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| Here’s to growing up and giving in |