Open up your eyes
Peer a little inside
Of the streets
And maybe you'll see you
Rustic are the streets
Mystic are the words
That they speak
And they don't mind if you're through
Dance in summer rains
But when winter days come
You'll be in
With the rest of your crew
Crashing through your gates
Are the waves of memory
And the things
We used to do
It's been a long time since we've been young
But it's a simple thing to miss the day's we knew
The streets that once knew our names
Have now become
All but memories of all that we outgrew
And once I almost heard them
Once I almost heard them calling out
That they'd been young once too
Welcome back my friend
It has been a long time coming
But back you came
In the end
Don't forget your mask
It'll go a long way towards
Helping you
To pretend
Broke your back on the way
Well let me tell you this
This town will always
Be there to blame
Spare a thought to the rich
In their looking glass shells
That say their castles remain
It's been a long time since we've been young
But it's a simple thing to miss the day's we knew
The streets that once knew our names
Have now become
All but memories of all that we outgrew
And once I almost heard them
Once I almost heard them calling out
That they'd been young once too
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