| We were kids on that sylvan street where you lived
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| There were fears, but they were never ours for those years
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| Like your Grandpa’s car broken down by your front door stairs
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| We were never meant to move, life couldn’t touch us there
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| Do your hands shake when you think of the ways we lived?
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| Does your heart ache just to turn back the pages again?
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| Back to Dan and Jose teasing us in your basement chairs
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| Back to Braeburn days and the way best friends were better there
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| Nothing gold ever cared
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| And I know we said we’d never change
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| In our back yard world we knew we’d stay the same
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| But those times were fleeting like the summer days
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| We were bodies of water
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| Destined to flow our separate ways
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| Do your hands shake when you think of the ways we lived?
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| Does your heart ache just to turn back the pages again?
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| Back to Dan and Jose teasing us in your basement chairs
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| Back to Braeburn days and the way best friends were better there
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| (We let it slip away)
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| We didn’t earn these smiles
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| And we didn’t earn life’s easier miles
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| But we were the best friends the world had seen from a while
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| We didn’t earn these smiles
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| And we didn’t earn life’s easier miles
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| But we were the best friends
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| Yeah we were the best friends
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| Do your hands shake when you think of the ways we lived?
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| Does your heart ache just to turn back the pages again?
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| Do your hands shake when you think of the ways we lived?
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| Does your heart ache just to turn back the pages again?
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| 'Cause my hands shake when I think of the ways we lived
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| 'Cause my heart aches just to turn back the pages again
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| Again |