| She wanted to move.
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| She wanted to try something new.
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| She wanted to live in San Francisco
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| in a place with a view.
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| She wanted the sound. |
| She wanted the life all around.
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| She wanted the fun and the action of a livelier town,
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| but he…
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| He would still disagree,
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| 'cause he loved the stillness of morning
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| and the wind in the trees.
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| He needed the stars. |
| He needed to say: «This is ours.»
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| And look at a field and a pasture
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| and a road with no cars.
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| He wanted a farm. |
| He wanted a horse in a barn.
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| He wanted a life in the country, far from the town,
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| so they…
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| They chose to stay;
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| they found a place where they hoped
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| they might both have their way.
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| Surprise! |
| But that compromise
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| was a life in the suburbs
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| that they both could despise
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| with nothing of either, yes and too much of each.
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| The things that they wanted were both out of reach:
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| No land for the garden, but too far from the stores.
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| No new folk to talk to, but loud neighbors next door.
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| Though traffic was endless, no one stepped outside.
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| An outpost of loners who’ve come there to hide. |
| Now why they stayed, all those years,
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| the answer can’t be found,
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| but there they were, there they fought,
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| and there they stood their ground
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| in my hometown
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| (c)1999 Midnight Ocean Bonfire Music (ASCAP)/Cindy Lou My Dear (ASCAP) written
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| with Nance Pettit/Wizo Pic (BMI)
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| All Rights Reserved/International Copyright Secured |