I drove my car along the old bus route to my parents house today
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And on my way I saw the places I once loved begin to fade
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The recreation grounds I knew so well have been replaced
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With worn out football pitches, tennis courts and empty space
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I miss the days I used to know, I had a place
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Where all the friends I thought I loved, weren't far away
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Before I lost my way and these streets still knew my name
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I miss the days I knew I had a place, a place in everything
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Now there are ghosts in the eyes of the checkout girls and the boys that run the bars
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Who 5 years ago were aspiring artists or poets with guitars
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We wore our hearts so far down our sleeves that we lost them day to day
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But this place, isn't the same you see
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And these streets, don't feel like home to me
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I miss the days I used to know, I had a place
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Where all the friends I thought I loved, weren't far away
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Before I lost my way and these streets still knew my name
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I miss you days I knew I had a place, a place in everything
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I parked the car and made my way down closer to the sea.
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I inhaled the summer breeze and I felt free.
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I forgot how much I missed the way, the sun lit up the east coast bays
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And made the north sea come alive, and at night we'd pass the lighthouse by
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On the our way to drown ourselves in illegal wine.
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And we'd stay awake til the morning cars went by,
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With nothing but a bus fare and a smile
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And I couldn't help but smile.
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Kings Road Ghosts
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| Deaf Havana |
