I see the hinding places in the laundry yard
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and a sunny day to play
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We were the key kids in the T-block city part
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but where are they today?
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I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods
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but 'bout the toy land hills
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to our local scrap place area
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where fancy ruled our skills
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Motors, bicycles, radios
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We gave the things new forms
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Strange vehicles on concrete
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The matter was reborn
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I recognize two eyes behind the window pane
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in the block in front of this
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They look like my first love, like waiting on a train
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I feel she sends a kiss
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I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods
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but 'bout the dream land hills
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in our local scrap place area
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where fancy ruled our skills
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Cases, candles and board walls
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The wedding cave was formed
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First embraces and shy lips
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A new instincts was born
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Strange vibrations for concrete
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We gave the things new forms
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Strange vibrations for concrete
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The matter was reborn
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Toyland Hills
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| Depressive Age |
