| I’ve known this place for years, but it keeps changing by the day
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| Sell all of the meaning that these streets would display
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| What lay here before now washed away in the gale
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| When I was a boy, before it began
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| I knew this place like the back of my hand
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| The hands change all the time and prove much harder to read
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| Weathered skin all creased with broken bones underneath
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| But memories forgottn, they’ll stay forever with m
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| When I was a boy, before it began
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| Before all of the flowers were ripped from the ground
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| And up all the way to the assembly house
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| I knew this place like the back of my hand
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh |