Kunci: C minor
Intro 1
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Yeah this one here goes to Riversdale park,
Verse 1
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Avondale.
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For all the snot nosed kids, check
Verse 2
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This basketball court tells
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my life without no more talk
Foot prints still in the floor from
where my fours walked
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Memories still in my thoughts
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from back in fourth- form
And chalk still drawn up on the wall
for the score- board
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I hear the old wind kicking leaves
As I sit in tree's,
watching little me sitting three's
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I smell the tar still burning in
And melting bubblegum mixed with burning
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rubber from my bikes back tire
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Leaving marks in the park
Car park parts had my name
carved in in bark
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Blood stains remain like my
Written in the concrete with
a piece of bamboo
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And I go back now and again
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To get up outta my head
And think about it, all the
hours I've spent
bouncing again
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And sometimes I can even
here the sound of the net
Like 'hwishhh'
Verse 3
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Just walking through the street
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With nothing on our feet
Just snotty little kids playing 5- on- 5
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With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench
on a Friday night
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Just me and no one else
Looking at the world from
the three- point line
This basketball court it knows
my life
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Verse 4
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This new hoop is where we came to
Same crew
Same old suede's, but they were
sprayed blue
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Same view, nothing had changed
And the tape played break-
loose for us to break to
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The same moon went like the core
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Every night just like a torch
While the old folks called their kids
in from by the porch
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And you can tell the ones
who grew up here
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Cause they used to gear
'their older brothers
Used to wear like a souvenir
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I'm looking at my new recruit
Playing on the same hoop
Where we used to shoot
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And now we sit up on the park bench
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Sip pin' Maß, sippin' jack
Where we sat, in the days
Pickin' scabs
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Sittin' back in the pitch black
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As I reminisce on every swish
Missing every shot I ever missed
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Ain't for got it, probably never will
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The day I beat will 7 nil
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Verse 5
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Just walking through the street
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With nothing on our feet
Just snotty little kids playing 5- on- 5
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With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench
on a Friday night
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Just me and no one else
Looking at the world from
the three- point line
This basketball court it knows my life
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Interlude 1
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Verse 6
we'd, go to play's
Been bull- dozed away
Are the marks in the park from the,
roller blades
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And the fingerprints left on the black board
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A blank wall and a flat ball
But that's all
for who's like Mike
And no games that go all night
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I pick up a rock and take a jump shot
That I once got from that one spot
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And I remember how it felt being young
I guess one day, we all gotta
I never would of made the NBA anyway
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But I'll never let my memory fade
I re- member the days.
Verse 7
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Just walking through the street
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With nothing on our feet
Just snotty little kids playing 5- on- 5
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With the bums in the park
And the bottle on the bench
on a Friday night
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Just me and no one else
Looking at the world from
the three- point line
Outro 1
This basketball court it knows my life
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