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I grew up in a small town
On a small street not far from down town
Well I lived in the perfect neighbourhood
Creek in the backyard backing onto the woods

Building forts and playing guns
My friends I would be gone until the setting of the sun
Looking back there's nothing I'd change
I cherish my Renfrew days

Jeff would steal money from his mother's purse
We'd head to Mr. Greens corner store and splurge
Paul had a stash of dirty magazines
Our eyes pop at things we'd see

My first kiss at 12 with sweet Danielle
Her mouth full of braces
Both nervous as hell
Then the Central girls started catching our eyes
Writing them letters and waiting for replies

At Joel's grade 8 party I danced with a girl
Jude became the center of my world
Looking back there's nothing I'd change
I cherish my Renfrew days

Whistle dogs at the Bowl-A-Drome
The Dickie Dee, the Burnstown Beach,
On our bikes free to roam
Arcade games at Becker's
Renting movies at Pender's
Baseball at Mat-E-Way
Oh, I cherish my Renfrew days

In high school we had a crew that skated together
We'd sweat, we'd bleed like a band of brothers
From Fatima church to the archives
We rolled those rough roads side by side

Ian's style was smooth as hell
Chad was living out of the Butson's Motel
Rich drove the Osieau and was the flip master
Cram and Hardy killed it, Tom was a disaster

In the fall at Dacre Heights we'd clear the runs
Earn a pass, Snowboard all winter it was so much fun
Looking back there's nothing I'd change
I cherish my Renfrew days

Bombing the hills of Horton Heights
The Skate Square, the Skills stairs,
The benches at R.C.I
Building jumps at Stewart Park
Or at the Manor in the Dark
Skipping schools on snow days
Oh, I cherish my Renfrew days

At 16 Aidan put a guitar in my hand
Hunter and I wanted to start a punk rock band
We sat down and we wrote "The Couch"
With Kerr, Bowles and Cubby, we rocked that shit out

As Supplement in full effect
We packed 500 kids into the Rec
House parties with Burp, OLT, Lakeside Fries
JB Rat Kat, oh we loved those guys

Decades have passed and time has its way
Of keeping some friends close and taking others away
Looking back there's nothing I'd change
I cherish my Renfrew days

Good Song, Bad Recordings yeah
Up at 8am, pack the car to jam "My Indestructible Swingset"
Dragging Hunter out of bed, barely make it "In The End"
To Pembroke every Saturday
Oh, I cherish my Renfrew days
Yes I cherish, yes I cherish
Yes I cherish my Renfrew days
Yes I cherish, yes I cherish
Yes I cherish my Renfrew days