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This old tree
From which we hung my swing
They’re gonna cut it down next week
It’s branches chopped off clean
Now comes the time
For me to say goodbye
But I wasn’t here last time its flowers bloomed
In this café
Where we all used to laugh
We said someday
We would try to make it back
We’ve spread so far
From coast to coast
But what I miss the most
Is seeing you smiling at me
They say it’s just a fact of life
You can’t preserve what you’ve left behind
And seasons come and seasons go
To wash away all we used to know
Change, I know it's gonna change
Still I call this place home
Mmm
On this hill
That overlooks the sea
He wrapped his arms around me
He says to this day he still cares about me
But I can see clearly
It’ll never quite be the same
Distance grows, feelings change
They say it’s just a fact of life
You can’t preserve what you’ve left behind
And seasons come and seasons go
To wash away all we used to know
Change, I know it's gonna change
Still I call this place home
Mmm
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