I´ve known this place for years, but it keeps changing by the day Sell all of the meaning that these streets would display Oh, I´ve been here before, now washed away in the gale
When I was a boy Before it began I knew this place like the back of my hand Ooh Ooh
My hands change all the time and prove much harder to read Weathered skin all creased with broken bones underneath But memories forgotten, they´ll stay forever with me
When I was a boy Before it began Before all of the flowers Were ripped from the ground
Up all the way To the assembly house I knew this place like the back of my hand Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
And home sweetest of homes My lonely island Where did you go? And home sweetest of homes My lonely island Where did you go?
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