This Place
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by Greg Hind/R. Inglis

Lead vocal by Greg Hind

Busted doors and broken women hang out in the street,
faces unfamiliar turn to stare and not to greet,
and the old café door's permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing,
there's a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow,
wondering what the hell I'm doin'.

This place used to be my home,
this town I used to call my own,
over the years nothin' and no one's grownn
in this place, I used to call my home.

The old tree on the hill's still standin'
where my baby and I used to lay down,
she taught me about livin', lovin' and life,
my first and only love from this town,
and the plain old houses seem like long lost friends,
but most have been torn down,
I guess they tried to make way for some kinda progress,
so hard to find in this town.

This place used to be my home,
this town I used to call my own,
over the years nothin' and no one's grownn
in this place, I used to call my home.

Fields of green and lazy skies,
golden memories just pass me by,
when you go back, well, it's never the same,
I know it's true,
but I'm still hooked on you ... and this place ...

- solo -

The old café door's permanently closed, no more cappuccino brewing,
there's a pair of eyes peering through the afterglow,
wonderin' what the hell I'm doin'.

This place used to be my home,
this town I used to call my own,
over the years nothin' and no one's grownn
in this place, I used to call my home.

This place used to be my home,
this town I used to call my own,
over the years nothin' and no one's grownn
in this place, I used to call my home.