| Headed to St. Mary’s, I cross the avenue
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| The last time I came here, I’d just turned 22
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| I should be a hero in this town
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| But that’s alright, I’m keeping my head down
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| It all started here, walking on a road like this
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| Singing at the Joiner’s, bowing down to Matt Le Tiss
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| Move like a suburban hurricane
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| Red and white blood running through my veins
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| Tell the city that I love her, and I miss her ways
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| Only fools hold on to the glory days
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| When memories fade and friends move on
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| I’ll never forget where I come from
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| All I’ve got are memories, that’s good enough for me
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| Walking past The Old Dell remember '93
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| Rewind on the radio again
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| T-shirts with 6:3 all over them
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| Post relegation following the northern lights
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| Foreign destinations, California in my sights
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| A thousand airports and I feel the same
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| Red and white still running through my veins
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| Tell the city that I love her, and I miss her ways
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| Only fools hold on to the glory days
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| When memories fade and friends move on
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| I’ll never forget where I come from
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| Walking through the suburbs and the world I left behind
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| Looking for your headstone, '06 still on my mind
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| Don’t think that I felt this way before
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| Decades passed still knocking at my door
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| It’s way past the sunset, I’m feeling kinda strange
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| All kind of drinking, some things they never changed
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| Nine p.m. |
| and it’s time to board my train
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| Another year til I’m out here again
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| Tell the city that I love her, and I miss her ways
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| Only fools hold on to the glory days
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| When memories fade and friends move on
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| I’ll never forget where I come from |