| I was dreaming of the better days
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| In better ways, then set it straight
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| Only paying what the seller says
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| Crashed the car, it set ablaze
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| 'Cause I swear it was yesterday your polaroid had broke
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| Faced up through the cracks on both our phones
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| Tap your shoes like three times,
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| Take me to the place they call it home
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| Take me back there to my home town
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| My old bedroom in my old house
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| Take the paths we used to go down
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| Seeing people we don’t know now
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| Found old letters that I wrote down
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| Said I loved you but I don’t now
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| Take me back there to my home town
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| Take me back there to my home town
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| I remember when
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| Drinking in the park, sat on benches
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| Played the radio, turn up Shawn Mendes
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| VHS, fish eye, the lenses
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| I was a devil child, kicking down fences
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| And baby, are we o-o-o old?
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| Baby, are we o-o-o old?
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| And baby, are we o-o-o old?
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| Baby, are we o-o-o old?
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| Take me back there to my home town
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| My old bedroom in my old house
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| Take the paths we used to go down
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| Seeing people we don’t know now
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| Found old letters that I wrote down
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| Said I loved you but I don’t now
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| Take me back there to my home town
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| Take me back there to my home town |