Let us go back to the time when the underground
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Was the place where we all used to hide away
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Let us go back to the streets where it all begun
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How could I know, it was the last time I saw you?
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Seventeen and believed in just anything
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Could be true, could be bad, something in between
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I recall all those lazy summer nights
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And all I knew was the time I spent with you
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I could easily stay, and never come home
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Looking out on the field like it's never been changed
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The past is a place that you can never return to
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Even though people say that this is where you belong
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I could easily stay, and never come home
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Looking out on the field like it's never been changed
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The past is a place that you can never return to
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Even though people say that this is where you belong
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I could always try to reach you
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And it's pumping through my veins
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And there's nothing I can do about it
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(though people say that this is where you belong)
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Let us go back to the time when the underground
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It used to be our place it belonged to us
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And I'd go back if I could but it's not the same
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And now I know, it was the last time I saw you?
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[Chorus]
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I could always try to reach you
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And it's pumping through my veins
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And there's nothing I can do about it
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I could always try to reach you
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And it's pumping through my veins
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And there's nothing I can do about it
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I could easily stay, and never come home
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Looking out on the field like it's never been changed
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The past is a place that you can never return to
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Even though people say that this is where you belong
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I could always try to reach you
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And it's pumping through my veins
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And there's nothing I can do about it
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Underground
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