| Is this the street we grew up on?
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| The number seven bus we’d run for
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| The alleyway we were always scared of
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| When the sun was low
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| Worn-out jeans and faded tees and Nike shoes
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| Staying out way after our curfew
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| Will we ever get back to being how we used to?
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| If I keep my eyes closed, I could draw it all back from memory, oh
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| We were throwing stones, skipping over the truth
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| Now I know I wanted you
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| And for all this time I never understood
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| Now I know I wanted you
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| We carved our names, played 10p games, smoked rollies
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| And I would hang on every word you told me
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| Both our phones went dead, no money left
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| We’d walk each other home when the sun was low
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| We were throwing stones, skipping over the truth
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| Now I know I wanted you
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| And for all this time I never understood
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| Now I know I wanted you
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| Oh, do you remember all of the words that you said?
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| 'Cause I remember everything that we ever did
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| Do you remember all of the words that you said?
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| 'Cause I remember and I can’t forget
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| So I keep my eyes closed and I draw it all back from memory, oh
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| Do you even remember me?
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| We were throwing stones, skipping over the truth
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| Now I know I wanted you
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| And for all this time I never understood
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| Now I know I wanted you
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| Know I wanted you |