| You tell me of a place
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| Where everybody knew their neighbors
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| All the families helped eachother
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| And no one ever locked their doors
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| You tell me no one locked their doors
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| Old man please stay a while
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| I know at first I seemed too busy
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| But now I’ll make the time
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| Stay and tell me one more story
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| Tell me about the time
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| You ditched school to go fishing
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| You thought the branch would hold
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| Your neighbour pulled you from the river
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| He helped you wash your clothes and
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| Stitch the hole in your trousers and
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| Your mom never knew
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| Why he giggled when he saw you
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| A place where no one locks their doors
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| A place where no one locks their doors
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| You tell me that you would show me Only now it is too late
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| I would like to build a community
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| Only now it is too late
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| Things can never be the way they were before
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| You can’t go back to how things were before
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| Once the trust is gone
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| Once the trust is gone
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| Once the trust is gone you’ll lock the door
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| I can imagine that life
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| But it seems so far from real
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| It’s just like a story that’s the kind of life
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| I’ve never known
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| Old man you’re leaving now
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| Taking with you the things
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| I wonder where you’re going
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| And if it would be like you’re own home
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| I hope you find the place you’re looking for |