| I woke up on Galbraith Street
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| Where the houses stood like twins
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| Oh, and even though the door’s been closed
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| I can find a way to get back in
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| For in daydreams my mind returns
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| Like a ghost upon the hill
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| As I knock upon old doors again
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| And find my friends all live there still
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| So many good times to speak of in a life
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| But none compared to the good times I had there
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| The world looks so much brighter when
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| You believe in every word
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| Now, I’m holding on to all those years
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| Like a tear before it falls unheard
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| So many goodbyes to speak of in a life
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| But none compared to the goodbyes I said there
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| The sun went down on Galbraith street
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| Saw it from my childhood bed
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| As the red and gold brick houses stood
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| Underneath a crimson sky that bled |