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Written by Don Gibson.
I still live on the same street,that we lived on.
The same old street,where memories were made on.
I shouldnt stay,why dont I go?.
Each day hurts a little more.
It wont be the same street anymore, since youve gone.
It wont be the same street anymore.
Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before.
See all familiar places, where we talked before.
But I cant run,from memories.
Theyre mine and they belong to me.
It wont be the same street anymore.since youve gone.
It wont be the same street anymore.