Tytuł: Places

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Past love died, as she cried, I saw beauty
    Girls wished for boys and scared them away
    As I saw beauty
    
    Alright, alright
    My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places
    Alright, alright
    My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright
    
    Scared and cold, now you're old
    Time thaws, but you'll break
    There's a hole in my soul
    How much more will it take?
    
    Alright, alright
    My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places
    Alright, alright
    My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright
    
    I saw, I saw
    And it moved all of the gray aside
    I saw, I saw
    It moved all of the gray aside
    
    Alright, alright
    My feet keep on taking me back, back, back to those places
    Alright, alright
    My knees keep on shaking from fright, fright, fright