Oh retrospect, It's a curse we can't prevent
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And the days we loved the most have all been spent
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We smoked ourselves to an early grave and ended with a fight
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Then I walked for miles and slept next to the bus shelter that night
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There's a ghost down every street
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In the places where we used to meet
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Fifteen years I miss you far too much
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There's a ghost down every street
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In the places where we found out feet
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Fifteen years was always old enough so here's to growing up
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We were the kings and queens of the east coast village streets
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With an air of confidence and grass stained knees
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And the nights were always long and our inhibitions gone
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There's a ghost down every street
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In the places where we used to meet
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Fifteen years I miss you far too much
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There's a ghost down every street
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In the places where we found out feet
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Fifteen years was always old enough
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Three cheers for growing up
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But we moved away and we left they days where we were never tired.
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There's a ghost down every street
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In the places where we used to meet
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Fifteen years I miss you far too much
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There's a ghost down every street
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In the places where we found out feet
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Fifteen years was always old enough so here's to growing up
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Here's to growing up and giving in
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Youth In Retrospect
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| Deaf Havana |
