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Let us go back to the time when the underground
Was the place where we all used to hide away
Let us go back to the streets where it all begun
How could I know, it was the last time I saw you?

Seventeen and believed in just anything
Could be true, could be bad, something in between
I recall all those lazy summer nights
And all I knew was the time I spent with you

I could easily stay, and never come home
Looking out on the field like its never been changed
The past is a place that you can never return to
Even though people say that this is where you belong