| I’m driving through the valley
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| My whole childhood was here
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| Early memories of my family
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| Mom and Dad were still together for the first couple of years
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| I remember it just barely
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| I never really cared and I still don’t, to tell the truth
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| But if childhood defines you
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| Can it ever be behind you?
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| At the house at the end of the alley
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| My first love, she lived in there
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| That’s where I kept disappearing
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| She was all I cared about for two and a half years
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| Now I remember her so vaguely
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| I know I broke her heart
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| But she broke mine equally, too
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| If it’s heartbreak that defines me
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| Can it ever be behind me?
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| Please
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| And the years go by
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| Like a close race headed for the finish line
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| Looking back in the rearview mirror
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| Holding on for dear life
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| Like how I’m laying in bed
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| Looking into the eyes of my future wife
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| Thinking it’s family that defines me
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| I can’t help if they remind me
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| Of the fear that can be blinding
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| That history repeats itself in me |