| Walking through the city we grew up in, everything has changed again
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| I remember fighting to believe in truth and how the good will win
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| But we were young, almost in love
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| Too scared to reach out for what was
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| Walking past the house that you grew up in, man, it looks so different now
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| Remembering the story of your first kiss, the feeling of my heart ripped out
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| And we were young, almost in love
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| Too scared to reach out for what was
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| Looking back, we tried to laugh
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| City kids, the ghosts of past
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| You were just a girl, you wrote a letter, it said that we were dearest friends
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| I push myself to read a little further, it said we would be 'til we’re dead
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| But we were young, almost in love
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| Too scared to reach out for what was
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| Looking back, we tried to laugh
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| City kids, the ghosts of past
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| Woah, woah |