| I went past that house today
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| The one with pictures on the walls of biker skeletons
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| And they had painted over them with council grey
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| To keep the watching children’s eyes at bay
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| We had free reign but nowhere to go
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| I think those walls held all the answers
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| And when we were trespassers life was so easy
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| We knew we could always leave
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| And now that I’m older, I need a reminder
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| To feel that I don’t have to stay
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| Give me something bad to look at
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| Now that I’m good
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| Bring back the dust from that old place
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| Put it under my skin
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| We had free reign but nowhere to go
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| I think those walls held all the answers
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| And when we were trespassers life was so easy
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| We knew we could always leave
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| And now that I’m older, I need a reminder
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| To feel that I don’t have to stay
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| And now that I’m older, I need a reminder
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| To feel that I don’t have to stay |