| Small town girl, small town girl
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| Passed by empty parts unkind and in a small town world
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| To the streets of New York City, pull some triumph in your mind
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| And our liberty, unladen found in you is so unkind
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| People change, as bidden little girls
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| Did you want some other promise, small town girl
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| In a search for liberation
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| All the children in the wind
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| Where a small town congregation cast you out or let you in
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| No you don’t have to say
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| I know where I go astray
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| It was gunna go down anyway
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| I only wish that I could’ve known what I know now today
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| As a boy, as a boy
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| Well I was just so serious, as a boy
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| And all the streets of New York City
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| Shut me right down to my core
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| Now I’ve been battered scared and broken
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| But I’m not scared anymore
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| No you don’t have to say
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| I know where I go estranged
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| It was gunna go down anyway
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| I only wish that I could have know what I know now today
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| Instrumental
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| Yeah yeahhh
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| Da da dada da da da
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| Da da dada da da da
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| No you don’t have to say…
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| I know where I go astray
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| No you don’t have to say
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| I know where I go astray
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| It was gunna go down anyway
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| I only wish that I could have known what I know now today
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| I only wish that I could have known what I know now today
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| I only wish that I could have known what I know now today |