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I wrote this song in the basement of a place I used to work,
Where a change was coming fast but we all tried to make it last.
This is where I go to drink tea and read comic books and play D&D,
Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name.
Because old friends move away yeah,
People need to change.
But four walls, two floors and nine class years,
Make that pain seem much more tangible,
They make the difference clear.
Four walls, two floors and nine class years,
Of community and solidarity.
"Do you remember the time when...?" is a sound that I adore,
And playing games of Would You Rather makes me miss this even more,
There's scattered dice on the front desk,
There's a creep at the back, there's a bike in the way,
There's a ghost that haunts the dungeon below,
And I like it that way.
Hold on, don't let up.
Hold on, I know it's shit,
And we might not live through it,
But the best thing about memories,
Is they're always yours to keep,
And no one knows what's coming next,
Or if it's gonna be for the best,
'Cause things don't always go to plan,
But we'll all be travelling on, man...
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