Brian Paone

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"Kenritsudaigaku"

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Lying in bed with the glass doors open
The rain falls fast and the rain falls hard
I can hear their tires in puddles
Two stories down below
Its sometime just after midnight
And people are talking in different tongues
I can see that hotel sign
Where my son thought Spiderman used to live
I can hear the train on its tracks
Clicking through the station as it rolls past
When we didn’t know who was who
We gave everyone a secret name
The graveyard is up on the hill
Resting next to the Admiral’s house
The world used to call them the war machine
But times have since changed

Lost in the streets of a foreign place
That felt like home
Drifting backward through the thoughts of a foreign place
That felt like home
Cars drive on the opposite side in this foreign place
That felt like home
Thanks for the nostalgia from that photograph
That felt like home

In this neighborhood we called home
A fabric of our lives was left behind
Turning the corners, we waved and smiled
Always knowing that we’d never be them
Walking away from my favorite spot
The hidden alleyways lead me home
Hands in my pockets and ear to the ground
This side of the world has a soft soft sound
I can hear the train on its tracks
Clicking through the station as it rolls past
When we didn’t know who was who
We gave everyone a secret name
The graveyard is up on the hill
Resting next to the Admiral’s house
The world used to call them the war machine
But times have since changed

Lost in the streets of a foreign place
That felt like home
Drifting backward through the thoughts of a foreign place
That felt like home
Cars drive on the opposite side in this foreign place
That felt like home
Thanks for the nostalgia from that photograph
That felt like home

Brought something back from the highest peak
A memento that can never be lost
Different people, different clothes
Different languages, different schools
Different cultures, different foods
The lessons we learned were gold
When it was time to say goodbye
We realized then that it was never ours
I can hear the train on its tracks
Clicking through the station as it rolls past
When we didn’t know who was who
We gave everyone a secret name
The graveyard is up on the hill
Resting next to the Admiral’s house
The world used to call them the war machine
But times have since change

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