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Well, I was born on on a close street
Opened arms to the wrong treats
Left alone in the sweet store
High times laying low on the floor
Now my tomorrow is gone
Future's for you, nothing comes free
You said it before, open the door
And step into the wrong time
Yeah, summertime
Back in the summertime
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time again
I was born on a close street, down the wrong streets
Up the backstreets by the sea
Curfew has come down, all over the town
Closing in on you
Alcoholing on soul street, wrong treats
Sit down, sit down
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time
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