Skids
There's a place just up the river
Where we swam when we were kids
We made arrows and a quiver
And you broke your ribs
How could I forget it?
That time I moved away...
I was counting down the minutes
To be a protege
I'm starting to regret it
I cut against the grain
And I wish I could offset it
That's life's old game
There's a place just up the river
Where we swam when we were kids
We made arrows and a quiver
And you broke your ribs
Where we swam when we were kids
We made arrows and a quiver
And you broke your ribs
How could I forget it?
That time I moved away...
I was counting down the minutes
To be a protege
I'm starting to regret it
I cut against the grain
And I wish I could offset it
That's life's old game
There's a place just up the river
Where we swam when we were kids
We made arrows and a quiver
And you broke your ribs
Credits
Writer(s): Robbie Neville, Ven Trebor
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