Paramore
Franklin
And
when we get home, I know we won't be home at all
This
place we live, it is not where we belong
And
I miss who we were in the town that we could call our own
Going
back to get away after everything has changed
Could
you remind me of a time when we were so alive?
Do
you remember that? Do you remember that?
Could
you help me push aside all that I have left behind?
So
we stand here now and no one knows us at all
I
won't get used to this
I
won't get used to being gone
And
going back won't feel the same if we aren't staying
Taking
up our time
It's
taking up our time again
Go
back we can't go back at all
It's
taking up our time, taking up our time
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