This town's full of cobble streets and
Of waifs and strays, of corners and of allies
And shadows of old people
Oh, the silence speaks in volume here
And this town's full of streets where dreams go to die
And I've seen so many fires burn out
If we can't go on to live like we're young
Need to get out before we run out of time
There's a place in my mind where I've seemed to have changed
I need something to hold on to
Before I'm letting go
'Cause I've lost track of all the faith I used to hold
But nothing will change yet never the same
In this misadventure, don't know where I belong
And this town's full of streets where dreams go to die
And I've seen so many fires burn out
If we can't go on to live like we're young
Need to get out before we run out of time
And this town's full of streets where dreams go to die
And I've seen so many fires burn out
If we can't go on to live like we're young
Need to get out before we run out of time
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