| We were always on the run
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| From that old witch up the street
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| In the days when I was young
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| Ride
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| Ride our bikes on into town
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| For some hockey cards and whatever trouble may be found
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| I can never bring them back
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| But those days remain inside the very heart of me My memories are white and black
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| But the song’s the same
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| It plays in every part of me Down
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| Down was only a direction
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| And sad
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| Sad was only on TV
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| And I had faith and I had protection
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| I can never bring them back
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| But those days remain inside the very heart of me My memories are white and black
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| But the song’s the same
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| It plays in every part of me
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| I still look back
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| The summer sun shining
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| A light was always shining on me
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| I was gone with the feel of her lips
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| On my very first kiss
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| And it seems so long since I left it all behind
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| In the back of my mind, in the back of my mind
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| Choking on cigarettes in the park
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| Chasing my old dog around the yard
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| Hanging out on the street until dark
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| And then it’s time to go home
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| I can never bring them back
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| But those days remain inside the very heart of me My memories are white and black |
| But the song’s the same
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| It plays in every part of me Snow was always falling down
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| And the sound remains inside the very heart of me My mother waving from the porch
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| And the sight of it still plays in every part of me |