Sunday, June 12, 2011
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These city streets where I was born where my old jeans got ripped and torn
I’m standin’ here in this ghost town but I remember what went down
Slipping and sliding on the pavement ice we were trying to make men of mice
Thought we were big thought we were strong, don’t make me laugh, very wrong
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12/25/2025 9:35:08 AM # 1.0.0
Liked this one! You can almost smell the grit in the streets.