I cannot come back to
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This neighborhood
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Without feeling my own end
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I walk past these houses
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Where we once stood
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I see past lifes
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But somehow, you're standing right here
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Hunting me, this cannot be
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All it ever bothers
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But I can't see the sky
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Is not the only thing that changes
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Rapidly
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This is not the same place I used to know
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But it still has that same old song
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And even the right song and this one
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Are the same
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Cause when this was our town
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Underneath, this cannot be
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All it ever bothers
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But I can't see the sky
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Is not the only thing that changes
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Rapidly
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And even with lights on
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This yellow I'm listening
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Cause once this was out hometown
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Past Lives
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| Real Estate |
