| Hand-me-down dreams got me high in the rafters
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| Homecoming queen couldn’t be an outsider
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| So there I’d sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket
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| I found a boy who was a stranger too
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| In a one-horse town at a table for two
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| We had matching scars, matching tattoos
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| Both dying to fit in
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| Ain’t that some shit
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| We’re just small-town hypocrites
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| And that scholarship was a ship that sailed
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| When I chose you and daddy gave me hell
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| I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you
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| Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box
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| Phantom pains for the wings I lost
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| Had me circling rings in the catalogs
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| For seven years and you never got the hint
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| Ain’t that some shit
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| I’m just a small-town hypocrite
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| Swore we’d be running, running, running this town
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| But you’re just running, running, running around
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| And I’m staring at a picket fence
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| Wondering where the hell time went
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| I should’ve been running, running, running by now
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| But I just hang around
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| Love shot me out like a rocket
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| Never to return and man, I forgot it
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| How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands
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| I found my heart at the bottom of a bookcase
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| You said you needed space and dammit I bought it
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| 'Til you moved in a vinyl-sided double-wide with a couple of her kids
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| Ain’t that some shit
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| You’re just a small-town hypocrite
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| Swore we’d be running, running, running this town
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| But you’re still running, running, running around
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| And I’m staring at a picket fence
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| Wondering where the hell time went
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| I should’ve been running, running, running by now
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| But I just hang around
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| Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should’ve been
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| The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn’t catch
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| Like a small-town hypocrite
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| Just a small-town hypocrite |