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This Place (Where We Started From) - Little River Band
Written by：Little River Band
Busted doors and broken women
Hang out in the street
Faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet
And the old café door's permanently closed
No more cappuccino brewing
There's a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow
Wondering what the hell I'm doin'
This place used to be my homes
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin' and no one's grown
In this place
I used to call my home
Old tree on the hill's still standin'
Where my baby and I used to lay down
She taught me about livin' lovin' and life
My first and only love from this town
And the plain old houses seem like long lost friends
Most have been torn down
He's tried to make way for some kinda progress
So hard to find in this town
This place used to be my homes
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin' and nobody's grown
In this place
Used to call my home
Fields of green and lazy skies
Golden memories just pass me by
When you go back well it's never the same
I know it's true
I'm still hooked on you
And this place
Old café door's permanently closed
No more cappuccino brewing
There's a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow
Wonderin' what the hell I'm doin'
This place used to be my home
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin' and no one's grown
In this place
This place used to be my homes
This town I used to call my own
Over the years nothin' and no one by this grown
In this place
I used to call my home
