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Nobody knows me like these streets know me
They've seen be blonde and brunette
They've seen me black and blue
Thay've watched me sipping champagne
And counting holes in my shoes
I miss old Brighton. I wrote that poem/lyric a couple of years back and still mean it. It's seen the very best and worst of me. I've walked her streets at every hour dosens of times. Brighton will always be my second home, but it feels more like a house then a home these days.
They've seen be blonde and brunette
They've seen me black and blue
Thay've watched me sipping champagne
And counting holes in my shoes
I miss old Brighton. I wrote that poem/lyric a couple of years back and still mean it. It's seen the very best and worst of me. I've walked her streets at every hour dosens of times. Brighton will always be my second home, but it feels more like a house then a home these days.