A world of its own
The streets where we played
The friends on every corner were the best we ever made
The backyards and the school yards
And the trees that watched us grow
The days of love when dinner time was all you had to know
Whenever I think of yesterday
I close my eyes and see
That place just over the Brooklyn bridge
That will always be home to me
It'll always be home to me

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