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She's my town, I'm not leaving, the footsteps I've been weaving,
Where we grew our hair, learned to laugh and swim,
Shining rooves, ruled by Mars, friends flew by like shooting stars,
Where we fell in love, then fell out again.
I'm walking this street heading home,
Leaving silent footprints in the rain.
Lovely lasses, and brave lads, dancing into Mums and Dads,
The corner shop, the postman that you know,
Loners, losers, husbands, wives, mystery of unknown lives,
How's it been going? The last ten years or so...
I'm walking this street heading home,
Leaving silent footprints in the rain.
Now time's a thief, trees grow tall, one day weeds will cover all,
She's wide eyed staring into sky at night,
Back to backs asleep in sun, fish slow in the River Don,
The summer streets, like avenues of light.
I'm walking this street heading home,
Leaving silent footprints in the rain.
By Matt Black
University of Sheffield 1