| In our old shoes, we walked last night
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| Sparkling concrete under the lights
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| Traffic sounds, bouncing off the steel and glass
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| We traced our steps from the past
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| Shadows in the curtains on the second floor
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| I used to have a key to that front door
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| We didn’t know it then
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| But you and I were just passing through
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| Passing by
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| Let’s hurry on
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| No use standing and staring, hurry on
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| I thought I heard you say, let’s walk on
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| We really can’t stay
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| We’re just passing through this way
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| This world is moving and changing always
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| We’d better be about new days
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| For as long as we may, we’re just passing through
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| Just passing through this way
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| In our old shoes we walked last night
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| Ghosts of old friends on the left and right
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| Being there with you gave me a thrill
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| Like it used to do and always will
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| We’ve got dreams to dream, places left to go
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| When we’ll be back there, I don’t know
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| Maybe sometime before we’re done
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| On some other trip around the sun |