| Lately I’ve been looking back
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| To where I must’ve fell off track
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| Nd man I’ve wandered further than it seems.
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| From the broken roads of common sense
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| And small suburban politics,
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| Where no one’s ever knowing what they mean.
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| So you say it just to say it.
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| Well watch me do it just to show it can be done.
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| So listen as the judgement starts to run.
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| Through the streets where I’ve grown up
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| Since I was young.
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| You know I listen to all the stupid shit you say.
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| To everyone without my face or name.
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| And I’ll be back before too long.
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| To leave again I’m Boston’s wayward son.
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| I’ve been living under scrutinizing eyes
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| That are sunken in and don’t shine quite as bright.
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| But look a little closer and you’ll see
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| The part of you that wishes you were here with me.
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| So while you’re busy looking at my yesterdays.
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| If you don’t mind I think I’ll be on my way.
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| So listen as the nervous laughter runs.
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| Through the streets where I’ve grown up
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| Since I was young.
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| You know I listen to all the stupid shit you say.
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| To everyone without my face or name.
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| And I’ll be back before too long.
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| To leave again I’m Boston’s wayward son |