| Park your car in the drive
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| And stand out on the step
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| Your mother’s in the cul-de-sac
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| Take a walk for a change
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| And cut up to the park
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| The shops and to the hall
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| If there’s anything the same
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| The gardens know your name
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| And try to keep a piece of you
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| Beyond you
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| They want you to remember
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| They want you to remember
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| They want you to remember how you cried
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| And though it hurts, they’ll always want you to remember
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| Chasing up through the streets
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| The traffic and the trees
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| They make the air that we recall
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| Push the gate on its hinge
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| And let it swing away
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| While never going in
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| We were the only thing
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| Though only for a while
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| Those days, they keep a piece of me
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| Beyond me
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| They want me to remember
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| They want me to remember
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| They want me to remember how we tried
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| And though it hurts, they’ll always want me to remember
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| They want me to remember |