| You taught me that anger could be useful
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| You taught me that pain was never my fault
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| The streets are empty as shit
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| And we just ride them like ghosts
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| In the place where we live
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| We’ve got no where to go
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| Pushbikes on the road
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| We take flight with the crows
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| The night sky above and tarmac below us
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| The city lights are majestic off in the distance
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| Over the roof tops we float
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| Above the dreams of a suburban night
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| We snuck out while my parents slept
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| Take a ride and we
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| We ride our bikes to the bay
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| Take a walk of the wharf
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| Sit on the edge and light a ciggie like a torch
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| You turn and you talk to me, I’m looking away
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| I’m listening to every single thing that you say
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| You say «The future’s bright man, tomorrow is ours
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| And there will come a day soon where we leave this town»
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| The clouds they start to gather and we get up and leave
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| And we’re home before the dawn even touches the trees
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| I’m saying
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| It’s more than with your own life you are playing
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| And I understand you
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| My friend, I’ve fucked up too
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| But I’m just saying, I’m just saying
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| We always said that these suburbs were like cemetery
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| You always said you’d escape that’s what you said to me
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| You got away, not in the way that you thought
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| Now I’m walking down old tracks and I’m looking for yours
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| And in the middle of similar looking scenes
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| As I step off from the gutter and gather the things I need
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| Midnight light makes the night life look lifelike
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| The antennas and tennis courts, this town is menopause
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| And yeah I know my way around, and I could play it down
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| The streets are like the back of my hand
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| And memories abound but now it’s different
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| I’m different, the difference is that I visit
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| I don’t stick around, I don’t even miss it
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| I get a vision of a version of my highschool days
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| Most weekends you would spend at my place
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| Your face is in these streets and it haunts me now
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| That’s why I struggle when I head homebound
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| You always had your own rhythm
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| To keep the comedy coming
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| You were as close as a brother man
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| I think of you often
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| How you talked with a passion
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| How you rationed you cash
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| You stood six foot tall above the rats
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| You had a habit of thinking you were the
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| Smartest motherfucker in the room
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| And it was generally true
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| On the real you were a hero
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| A friend of the highest order
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| A companion when the girls that we chased
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| Were all we thought of
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| Whoever you are, wherever you’re from
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| We all get given time then it’s time to move on
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| One day you’re in the midst of it
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| The next you are gone
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| And if you think it’s different to that you’re wrong
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| Life’s an addiction, we’re all in the nod
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| And it’s a beautiful dream so dreamer dream on
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| Breathe in, remember everything from the start
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| The end is the beginning, the beginning is past
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| First thing I noticed was just how thin you’d got
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| Hot the powerful mind that you once held was lost
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| And in the little corridor out of the corner of my eyes
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| I saw your eyes close, the tired lines on your face grew |