| We were sitting in our backyard
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| Waiting for the stars to show
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| But the city lights shine too far
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| On and on the grey skies glow
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| Took my bike out on Harvard Street
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| Rode up Atlers to Saint Clair
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| Started countin' cars surrounding me
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| My lungs burstin' for some cleaner air
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| It was sadder than the morning doe
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| Much funnier than a clown
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| But when push comes to shove
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| Oh, I still love this town
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| Do do do do
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| Do do do do
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| Do do do do do do do do
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| I was waitin' on the eastbound train
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| Headed out to see the suburbs
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| When I thought I heard my name
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| It was just a crazy lady slurrin' words
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| It was sadder than a weepin' willow
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| As silly as a dog with a bone
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| But when you ask me 'bout it
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| I’ll still call this my home
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| Do do do do
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| Oh oh
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| Do do do do
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| Early mornin' on a Saturday
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| The bustle wakes us up in bed
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| Construction, trucks, kids in the park at play
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| No quiet place to lay our heads
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| I was madder than the old hatter
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| I was crazy as the Cheshire Cat
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| But when we get to the heart of the matter
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| This is where I’ll hang my hat
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| Do do do do
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| Oh oh
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| Do do do do
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