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Looking back at white and black, reminders of my past
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Smoky bars and cheap guitars, but nothing built to last
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Nothing ever stays
Nada permanece para siempre.
Nothing comes to mind
No se me ocurre nada.
No one can erase
Nadie puede borrar
The days we left behind
Los días que dejamos atrás
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See the boys of Dungeon Lane, along the Mersey shore
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Some of them will feel the pain, but some were meant for more
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And nothing stays the same
Y nada permanece igual
No one needs to cry
Nadie necesita llorar
Nothing can reclaim
Nada puede recuperar
The days we left behind
Los días que dejamos atrás
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We met at Forthlin Road and wrote a secret code
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To never be spoken
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I stand by what I said, the promise that I made
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Will never be broken
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And nothing ever stays
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Nothing comes to mind
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And no one can erase
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The days we left behind
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In the skies, the skylarks rise above the sounds of war
Nada permanece para siempre.
Since that day, I knew they′d stay with me forevermore
No se me ocurre nada.
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Y nadie puede borrarlo
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Los días que dejamos atrás
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'Cause nothing stays the same
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And no one needs to cry
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And no one is to blame
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For the days we left behind
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The days we left behind
Porque nada permanece igual
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Y nadie necesita llorar
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Y nadie tiene la culpa.
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Por los días que dejamos atrás
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Los días que dejamos atrás
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