Two, three, four.
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Small town to neighborhoods where we grew up ♪
♪ Best we could but the time seemed to move a little too fast.
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♪ I called up my buddy Troy and we meet up with
boys on a summer night looking for something to do.
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And my brother got us some beer and
we told him we'd take it from here.
So we found a place somewhere deep in the woods.
He
understood and looking back on the times when we were young.
Those days really shaped who we'd become.
♪ And when I watch the sunset and I'm driving through the town.
Those memories come back,
come back around
of this old town.
♪ Dirt roads and railroad tracks we'd run away and always come back.
But some nights we'd hide out inside the cave.
♪ We'd make a fire back in the pits and we'd sit around shooting
the * about our lives and how we think they'd turn out.
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Mike and Tony were just a liking.
Bo and Carrie liked to get high while me
and Troy were looking for somewhere to jam.
♪ We'd meet a band and looking back on the times
when we were young.
Those days really shaped who we'd become.
♪ And when I watch the sunset and I'm driving through the town.
Those memories come back,
come back around of this old town.
♪ Finally we finished with school and we stuck around like
partying fools for a few more years until we figure it out.
♪ And we were more than friends.
We were brothers and knew what it meant
to have each other's backs anytime.
♪ We made it through the hardest times and we straightened up,
got on with our lives and sometimes I still see them around.
This old town.