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Kings Road Ghosts - Deaf Havana
I drove my car along the old bus route to
My parents house today
And on my way I saw the places
I once loved begin to fade
The recreation grounds
I knew so well have been replaced
With worn out football pitches
Tennis courts and empty space
I miss the days I used to know I had a place
Where all the friends I thought I loved weren't far away
Before I lost my way
And these streets still knew my name
I miss the days when I knew I had a place
A place in everything
Now there are ghosts in the eyes of
The checkout girls and the boys that run the bars
Who 5 years ago were aspiring artists or poets with guitars
We wore our hearts so far down our sleeves
That we lost them day to day
But this place isn't the same you see
And these streets don't feel like home to me
I miss the days I used to know I had a place
Where all the friends
I thought I loved weren't far away
Before I lost my way
And these streets still knew my name
I miss the days I knew I had a place
A place in everything
I parked the car and made my way down
Closer to the sea
I inhaled the summer breeze and I felt free
I forgot how much I missed the way the sun lit up
The east coast bays and made the north sea come alive
At night we'd pass the lighthouse
By on the our way to drown ourselves in illegal wine
And we'd stay awake til the morning cars went by
With nothing but a bus fare and a smile
I couldn't help but smile
