| You’re the home state, I’m a native
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| Midnight blue in the pavement
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| Over my head you’re hanging on
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| Like shoes on a wire
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| Frayed at the laces, time lies heavy
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| On a bar you set high
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| As a glacier melts within
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| The same ocean he was raised up in
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| But I was 9-to-5 and no part time
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| And livin' up ten stories high
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| And I saw no, no replica
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| Oh I saw ya with, no replica
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| And I still don’t
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| I’m the home state, you immigrated
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| Blue jean blue faded
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| How’d you get in my system again?
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| Like the curse of the Cubs
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| Loyal blood is hard won
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| On a fence you can’t climb
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| Heard a glacier crack within
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| The same ocean he was raised up in
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| But I was 9-to-5 and no part time
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| And livin' up ten stories high
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| And I saw no, no replica
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| Oh I saw ya with, no replica
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| And I still don’t
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| And the apple fell so close
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| To a tree with fruit too sweet
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| Yeah that’s what ya told me
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| When I was 9-to-5 and no part time
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| Saw a Madame Tussauds in the light
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| Said, that ain’t no, no replica
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| No it ain’t no, no replica
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| But I was 9-to-5 and no part time
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| And livin' up ten stories high
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| And I saw no, no replica
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| Oh, I saw ya with, no replica
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| And still don’t
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| No, I still don’t
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| Shoulda told ya
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| No, I still don’t
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| Shoulda told ya last night |