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So I'm going home
Back to the place where I was grown
Where my bedroom window overlooked the old railway line
And I threw stones at the old factory sign

And I was the youngest of my group of friends
When I moved across town, I didn't see much of them again
I heard Robert ended up in jail
Ah, but he was the lucky one
Half the others put their lives up for sale

And I met a girl there
Shit, I'd met three or four
By the time I was sixteen
I'd met half a dozen more
And I remember all of them
Like it was yesterday
Some of them have kids now
And some are on their way

And if I'm being honest
My accent's probably changed, yeah
Now that ten years have passed, well
It all just feels a little strange
But the map of this town is on the back of my hand
I can feel the water flowing down the old white sands

Through the seasons, and through the years
Through a dusty window
Lies a child with his ear to the floor
Blind as the night

I can smell the dust in the air
And the people that live in my old house act like I was never there
But I was
And part of me still lives in these walls
Though I never went to jail
Ah, I guess I've got my mum to thank for that one
She pulled me out of it
Before I had the chance to get myself in