| It’s been a while since I’ve left home
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| But I’m coming on back today
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| Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day
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| Sure enough when the train pulls in
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| There’s so little that I recognize
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| Is it the scenery or my selective memory?
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| Or just a simple fact that I gotta realize
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| My friends have gone and their lives have moved on
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| And I guess that’s just the way it is
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| If this town has grown beyond my home
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| I guess it all comes down to this
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| I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day
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| But those times have long been through
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| The dying of the light is gone, but it’s back in the day
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| Like a wish that comes half true
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| There was a time when it was easy to find
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| A hangout that you knew was yours by name
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| And mine or not I could find the same spot
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| But it’s never gonna be the same
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| I’ve been away and I’ve seen too much
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| Looks like I’ve been moving on as well
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| And when I started to not really belong
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| I suppose I was unable to tell
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| But I ain’t sad and no, it isn’t bad
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| It’s just one more thing I’m coming to know
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| If you’re alive you didn’t finish the ride
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| No telling where it’s going to go
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| I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day
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| But those times have long been through
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| The dying of the light is gone, but it’s back in the day
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| Like a wish that comes half true
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| It’s been a while since I’ve left home
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| But I’m coming on back today
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| Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day
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| I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day
|
| But those times have long been through
|
| The dying of the light is gone, but it’s back in the day
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| Like a wish that comes half true
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| I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day
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| But those times have long been through
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| The dying of the light is gone, but it’s back in the day
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| Like a wish that comes half true |