| I know all the ghosts that walk these streets
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| People dide, babies cry, and never leave
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| No one wants these gravel roads to end
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| There’s a train every 2: 15
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| That always was and always gonna be
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| Daughters to mothers, Daughters to mothers, Daughters to mothers, again
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| It’s so hard to leave my hometown world
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| I tried to be a hometown girl
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| But in a car in the high school parking lot, I know I’m not
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| In the crowd on graduation day
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| You can see the ones that wish they got away
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| One on the hip, one on the way
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| But way back here is branded on my heart
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| I wish so bad I could play the part
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| It’s where I am in my glory days
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| It’s so hard to leave my hometown world
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| I tried to be a hometown girl
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| But in a car in the high school parking lot, I know I’m not
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| It’s holding on to me and all my doubts
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| Now it’s when I stay or I get out
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| There’s a train every 2: 15
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| It’s so hard to leave my hometown world
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| I tried to be a hometown girl
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| But in a car in the high school parking lot, I know, just gotta go can’t turn
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| around, I’m not |