| Okay I know it’s been a minute since we come along
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| The old house you were livin' is now a synagogue
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| «Opah"the hardest part of growin' is the lack of a choice, yeah
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| I rode past that old bowling alley but now it’s a Vons
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| Rolled past the O’Malley house and the family is gone
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| It’s cold now but I’m highly evolved
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| So I don’t feel the cold in the car
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| I stopped two blocks from the high school lot
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| On the corner every mornin' where Denae got dropped
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| Pretty broad, momma caught up on the PTA
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| Sneak her off, ditch a class and go to CPK
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| But it’s A-okay
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| Still a markin' from the tires where my old car crashed
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| Metal, glass, burnin' rubber on my whole car dash
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| My boy sleep in the back, god damnit another panic from your blow hard dad
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| Fuck around in the back of a jeep
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| Run a muck in the street
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| Fall awake at the passenger seat, all aboard
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| That ship don’t sail like it did anymore, so
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| We’re goin' back to the fireside
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| It’s been a long time but we’re alright
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| We’re goin' back to the fireside
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| It’s been a long time but we’re alright
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| Well it’s been so long and you’re still so neat
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| Hair still shine and you smell so clean
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| Romance those days when you passed back
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| Looks to me horn rim shades and advance class books
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| Walk my way in a plaid green skirt
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| Hide that stain on my band t-shirt
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| My friends all laughed when you grabbed my hand
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| Had young love and I lost that chance
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| Man, oh man, how the years slipped by me?
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| Up off the page with the devil behind me, oh
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| Good fuckin' work
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| Another ten years at the tip of the iceberg
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| We’re goin' back to the fireside
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| It’s been a long time but we’re alright
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| We’re goin' back to the fireside
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| It’s been a long time but we’re alright
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| Okay I know it’s been a minute since we come along
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| The old house you were livin' is now a cinema
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| I’m not growin' by decision or a lack of a choice, yeah
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| But I remember the smoke blaze and naming the star
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| Still remember the drunk fights that gave me the scars, all aboard
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| That ship don’t sail like it did anymore, so
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| We’re goin' back to the fireside
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| It’s been a long time but we’re alright
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| We’re goin' back to the fireside
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| It’s been a long time but we’re alright
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| Just say
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| We might be better off for all those
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| Bruises and the scars
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| The times we missed the mark
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| That made me thick
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| We’re goin' back to the fireside
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| It’s been a long time but we’re alright |