| It’s nothing that you did, you gotta understand
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| You’re taking it too fast, it’s going way too fast
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| It’s nothing that you did, it’s not the color of your skin
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| The one thing you should know, you gotta take it slow
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| What they call the shifting of the sands I see as your demands
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| When you change you can’t ignore
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| What things are and were before
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| My family has been here for generations
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| And now I have two children of my own
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| And I knew that I would stay here, always knew I’d stay here
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| It’s not a new world that you found
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| It’s just a little town
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| Everybody knows who was born and raised here
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| The mayor is my friend, I’ve known him all my life
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| Each year he and I plan the Fourth of July
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| So why’d he ask you too? |
| You, especially you?
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| He said this town, for all its pride, it’s been dying from inside
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| And we’ve got to find our way
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| We’ll start with Independence Day
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| And as the fireworks came up above the mountain
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| I saw you put your hand up to your heart
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| And I saw the mayor watching, knew my kids were watching
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| Hope that I would come around
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| Big parade, little town |