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• Artiste: Departures
• Titre: The Home Stretch
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My fair-weather friend I can never tell if I’m happy to see you again Those familiar roads seem to welcome me They show me the way home Is this where I need to be? My teenage haze, spent under these dim lights They came and went too fucking fast The tears dry too quickly And the laughs all die away Am I the only one left here? I’ve seen ghosts of my youth haunt this place Like someone walking by your window I only barely recognise each face Only a glance at something you thought that you once knew Like someone walking by your window They disappear too quickly This can’t be a dead end town At least not for me It’s not something I give in to This place will never become Just another word for regret So should we drink up And say our goodbyes through gritted teeth? My teenage haze, spent under these dim lights They came and went too fucking fast I’ve seen ghosts of my youth haunt this place Like someone walking by your window I only barely recognise each face Will we ever get to tell our story Of how we made it out our old lives?