| Walking these streets again, thinking back when I was ten
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| When my bike got stolen and dad, he drove me
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| Till we found that old thing in
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| In that sketchy parking lot, behind the market that’s long gone
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| Where I used to roll that shopping cart down every aisle with mom
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| I miss when
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| Back when we were kids and the world was ours
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| Back when we were kids, before all the scars
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| Back when we were kids, where we’d never part
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| Back when we were kids, everything felt like this
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| Back when we were kids, everything felt like this
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| Back when we were kids
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| It’s been playing in my head, seeing these posters above my bed
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| About the first night that I got drunk, and everything we said
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| All we talked about was girls and booze, but we never had a plan
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| And the only thing we ever knew, is when the cops showed up we ran
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| I miss when
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| Back when we were kids and the world was ours
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| Back when we were kids, before all the scars
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| Back when we were kids, where we’d never part
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| Back when we were kids, everything felt like this
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| Back when we were kids, everything felt like this
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| Back when we were kids
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| Every road, driving in
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| I was so innocent
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| Reminiscient about trying to get the explicit edition of Eminem
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| Man, back when we were kids again
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| When we only went to movies for the back row
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| When we only needed chalk and the asphalt
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| We knew this would happen
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| To be back to back to back when, back when, back when
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| Back when we were kids and the world was ours
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| Back when we were kids, before all the scars
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| Back when we were kids, where we’d never part
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| Back when we were kids, everything felt like this
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| Back when we were kids and the world was ours
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| Back when we were kids, before all the scars
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| Back when we were kids, where we’d never part
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| Back when we were kids, everything felt like this
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| Back when we were kids |