| Spent my time here as a child
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| And now I’m passing through here and it’s all coming back again
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| Dilapidated buildings down on Main
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| This small town was crumbling down, it was hard for me to stay
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| And, oh, I, I find after all this time
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| I am back here filled with all these memories
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| Bittersweet, my home skin and bone
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| This rust has worn through tearing up beneath the seams
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| Driving down Salem Avenue
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| It’s all so familiar now, but so many things have changed
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| And the rain came down all around
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| Washed away the industry, washed it to the sea
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| And, oh, I, I find after all this time
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| I am back here filled with all these memories
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| Bittersweet, my home skin and bone
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| This rust has worn through tearing up beneath the seams
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| And, oh, I want it to be like when I was young
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| Oh, I want it to be like when I was young |