| I remember how we used to be
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| The cheap sweets and the magazines
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| We’d just play all the free CD’s
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| I, I remember how we used to be
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| All the days that we used to laugh
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| The shit games and the trading cards
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| We’d pull faces in photographs
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| I, I remember how we used to laugh
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| And I know that we’ve grown apart
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| Crossed wires and we’ve broken hearts but
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| I know how it used to be, how it used to be
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| When it feels like your heads going under (oh…)
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| I’ll break down your silence and I’ll be your ropes
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| When it feels like the streetlights don’t burn bright (oh…)
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| I’ll break down your silence and I’ll be your ropes to guide you home…
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| I’ll bring you home…
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| I remember how we used to be
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| Just two kids on a weary street
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| We’d play drums on the concrete
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| I, I remember how we used to be
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| And all the days that we used to try
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| To get girls on a Friday night
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| We’d give up when we got denied but
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| I remember how we used to try
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| And I know that we’ve grown apart
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| Crossed wires and we’ve broken hearts but
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| I know how it used to be, how it used to be
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| When it feels like your heads going under (oh…)
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| I’ll break down your silence and I’ll be your ropes
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| When it feels like the streetlights don’t burn bright (oh…)
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| I’ll break down your silence and I’ll be your ropes to guide you home…
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| I’ll bring you home…
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| To guide you home…
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| I’ll bring you home…
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| Everybody get lost sometimes
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| I know how how it goes
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| I, don’t know what you’re looking for
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| I’m knocking at your door
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| Everybody get lost sometimes
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| I know how how it goes
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| I, don’t know what you’re looking for
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| I’m knocking at your door
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| When it feels like your heads going under (oh…)
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| I’ll break down your silence and I’ll be your ropes
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| When it feels like the streetlights don’t burn bright (oh…)
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| I’ll break down your silence and I’ll be your ropes to guide you home…
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| I’ll bring you home…
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| To guide you home…
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| I’ll bring you home… |