This town is so quiet,
is someone really living here?
The sound of silence,
it's cutting thru the air.
This streets of cobblestone,
I used to belong here.
Old friends growing cold,
or is it me just getting old?
It must be the season,
the main street are empty now.
I can't see no reason,
for moving back anyhow.
It used to be a home,
now I feel just like a stranger.
Does people here don't grow,
or is it me just getting old?
The leftovers, the stayers,
I look at them from afar.
And there goes my popular,
the first one that broke my heart.
This streets of cobblestone,
I used to belong here.
Now I can only see fools go,
or is it me just getting old?
But I recall a time,
firecrackers in the sky.
All the highs and lows,
it's me just getting old.
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