In the house I grew up in
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My room in the basement
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The hours turning
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To years we've spent
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Remember Chris in the back yard
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Laughing so damn hard
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And no one knew why
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But the rest is forgotten
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Behind me
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Sometimes it reminds me
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Of when we, we used to
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Belong here
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Every memory comes on
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When I hear that old song
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That we used to sing
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With the words all wrong
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I remember the faces
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And familiar places
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And I sing along
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But Acadia is gone
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Ran out of gas on the highway
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We walked there and I gave
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Drunken speeches on sobriety
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Now we've all moved away and
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Somehow we came in
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But I remember where it began at
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Behind me
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Sometimes it reminds me
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Of when we, we used to
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Belong here
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Every memory comes on
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When I hear that old song
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That we used to sing
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With the words all wrong
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I remember the faces
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And familiar places
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And I sing along
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But Acadia is gone
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Remember in 1712
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Acadia road fell
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And they tore the house down
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Every memory comes on
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When I hear that old song
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That we used to sing
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With the words all wrong
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I remember the faces
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And familiar places
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And I sing along
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But Acadia is gone
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Acadia is gone
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In the house I grew up in
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Remember the faces
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When Andrew and I wrecked
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Each other's cars and
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Acadia is, Acadia is gone
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Acadia
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Marianas Trench |