Returned to see (?) my old neighborhood A dusty field where my school once stood A quiet street with no drag-racing cars A melody with no screaming guitars. I couldn't find that ol' sycamore tree Where my baby wrote that she loved me They chopped it down, and everything that wasn't good And nothing's left of my neighborhood.
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Oooooooh-ooooooh...oh oh oh!
Round the corner was the soda shack And just a quarter bought an after school snack. We'd hang out close to the neon light We'd eat at Joe's every Saturday night. All our heroes on the radio All the nights out at the drive-in show. Somehow we lost a piece of paradise Growing up is not our own device.
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We were the leaders of the pack We'd stick together never holding back...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
