The time we spent along the shore, is always on my mind.
It changed me from the boy I was, I left the past behind.
I’m walking these streets; I’m looking in yr window.
The kids call me freak; I’m more like a hero.
The closest friend I’d ever have, in Scarlett I would find.
Until the Troggs, they took her life, and with it went my mind.
I’m walking these streets; I’m looking in yr window.
The kids call me freak; I’m more like a hero.
Through haunted woods, up to the cabin.
You have yr spells, I have these fists.
The freedom they took from me, I’m locked away.
The city it calls to me, just for today.
I’ll have my revenge you’ll see, for what the Troggs have done.
My father’s reality, and the damage it’s done.
The Life ill spent.
With pointless acts.
Don’t waste our time.
I still walk these streets.
Just look out yr window.
They still call me freak.
But, I was her hero.
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