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Small towns that heal big city wounds

And pave the way for pretty tunes

We kissed the faces of some places we’d never been

Now we’re drowning in our summer themes

A second guess, as wasted as the first

So we kiss the girls, we make them cry and hold them tight

So take these hills for mountains

Not loose change you’ve long been fighting for

These windows been shouting

But children always staring at the floor

Kaleidoscopic show reels

And passport stamps and memories

The years don’t recognise us anymore

Small towns, their mascots changed their tune

Got left behind in changing rooms

And our friends, their youths collide, they coincide their lives

We’re left behind in modern times

A second guess, as wasted as the first

And mirrors silhouette our wares to someone else

And floats will bear no trophies

Too mindful for tearing up the path

Royalty pays her own fees

Consumers bathe in self abating haves

And buyers have no loyalty

For local maps and melodies

The years are trying to change me from before

A second guess, as wasted as the first

So we kiss the girls, we make them cry and hold them tight

And times, they reach for small hands

Not too slow for pulling at the reins

Esteem makes a grand stand

True greatness standing taller than your name

Kaleidoscopic show reels

And passport stamps and memories

And shadows will compel these

To foreign lands and melodies

For shadows overwhelm me

And passport stamps and melodies

But they don’t terrify me anymore

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