| I’ve seen lost and I’ve seen found
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| From sidewalks to interstates
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| I’m bound to this place
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| I’ve grown from this ground
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| I’m not pretty enough for pop
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| I’m not cool enough for indie rock
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| Too happy to sing the blues
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| And I’m too damn shy for dancing shoes
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| Street cred comes from a small-town road
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| Off Cedar Street with the tall pines blowing on me
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| Now I know, no I may not know where I’ll go
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| That I know where I’m coming from
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| I take and I show
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| From the faces and the places that I go
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| Each one I use to make all the things I know
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| Cause when I talk and when I sing
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| It’s like a cinder block and a diamond ring
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| One small nugget and the other one shines
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| I use 'em all the time
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| I’m not pretty enough for pop
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| I’m not cool enough for indie rock
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| I’m too happy to sing the blues
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| And I’m too damn shy for dancing shoes
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| Street cred comes from a small-town road
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| Off Cedar Street with the tall pines blowing on me
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| Now I know, no I may not know where I’ll go
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| That I know where I’m coming from
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| Before my time is done
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| May not know what I’ll become
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| May not know that I know that I know where I’m coming from |