When we get home, I know we won't be home at all
This place we live, it is not where we belong
And I miss who we were and the town we could call our own
Going back to get away after everything has changed
Everything has changedSo, we stand here now and no one knows us at all
I won't get used to this, I won't get used to being gone
And going back won't feel the same if we aren't staying
And going back to get away after everything has changed
Everything has changedIt's taking up our time again
Go back, we can't go back at all
It's taking up our time again
Go back, we can't go back at allIt's taking up our time
'Cause you remind me of a time when we were so alive
Do you remember that?
Do you remember that?
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