The road into my home town is burned into the back of my mind

Blue gables, brick wall, signifying the end of a long car ride

Seventeen years old and already implying frown lines

Slow down slow down back up stop time

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And when I leave I know my heart will hang around

And take its sweet time catching up

And in my dreams I know I'll still be in this town

I'll come back to visit with any luck

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I get my cynicism from my father and my gentle heart from my mum

Coexistence between these two sides of me can be so fun

I learned to walk down these halls, driven down these streets

The turn of these roads dictate the direction of my feet

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I remember vividly realising how fast time goes

Sitting in the back of the car

I was well aware of change by the time I was twelve years old

Thinking "Oh my god, we're already half way through March"

I remember vividly realising things don't stay the same

Sitting in the back of the car

I was twelve years old when I was well aware of change

Thinking "Oh my god, my poor sentimental heart"

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