| It’s been a while since I grew up
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| Forgot about us and left this town
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| Where I drive got me looking around
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| Got me thinking about where is she now
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| We were laying down pennies on the train tracks
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| Making out by the tree with our names scratched in it
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| On the street top back on the jeep
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| Letting the rain come down
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| This town has got a piece of you and me
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| We left our hand prints deep in the concrete
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| Drivin' past the grass that ain’t grow back
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| We lay a blanket on down, flask in the backpack
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| Young outline hearts still has got our scars
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| Yeah we left our mark
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| I bet your leg still got that dimple from
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| When the ladder went when I’d sneak in
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| I see the spot, the fence we’d hop
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| With the chain link swing that we broke in
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| We were a side walk calk on the black top
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| Yeah we were baseball bats to the mail box
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| Swingin' but we’d missed a couple stupid kids
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| Pulling the starts on down
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| This town has got a piece of you and me
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| We left our hand prints deep in the concrete
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| Drivin' past the grass that ain’t grow back
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| We lay a blanket on down, flask in the backpack |
| Young outline hearts still has got our scars
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| Yeah we left our mark
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| We left our mark
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| I cant get past back flash memories
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| Cause were a snap shot of time that that I just keep
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| Seeing all around, old stomping grounds
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| Laying our footprints down
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| This town has got a piece of you and me
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| We left our hand prints deep in the concrete
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| Drivin' past the grass that ain’t grow back
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| We lay a blanket on down, flask in the backpack
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| Young outline hearts still has got our scars
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| Yeah we left our mark
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| Ah cant you see
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| We left our mark
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| Mmmm you and me
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| We left our mark
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| Year we left our mark
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| Year we left our mark |