Enfield
Verse I
Theres a little known town, where I like to call my home
Where my childhood mem'ries in my mind are free to roam
As a kid I'd walk down, the darkened streets aligned in lights
Our suburban Enfield, where we'd hang out late at night
Verse II
Down by the Scantic, where we'd often drop our lines
Fishing for hours as our patience was defined
Hiding out in tree forts buried deep within the woods
Doing what we're not to, and not exactly what we should
Verse III
Watching the snowfall, when so gree all turned to white
And the leafless maples, all so bare from width to height
The frozen rivers, now so quiet and freezing cold
A town so arctic, yet the sun still shining gold
Verse IV
Snow turns to water, and the leaves begin to bud
Where the flowers blossum and the dirt all turns to mud
Both rival highschools competing at each others throats
Our education, slowly starting to
Float away... x4
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