| Air pollution fills my lungs
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| Look at who I have become
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| Lost my shine like a city sun
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| Mister blue and mister gray
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| All my seas are chocolate daze
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| Since I moved away
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| Dreamed of my songs on the radio
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| But I ain’t that yet got a way to go
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| And now I’m missing home
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| I left the back way call a stereo
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| Pack up my suitcase and hit the road
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| All alone
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| Mama taught me what I know
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| She said life is hard if truth be told
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| You don’t always get the things you’re owed
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| That’s why I wear silver over gold
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| I swear the ocean’s never cold
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| When you’re only six years old
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| My feet in if they feel the stones
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| Feet go in they feel at home
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| Now home is just a little boring
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| I carry it while I
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| Dreamed of my songs on the radio
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| But I ain’t that yet got a way to go
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| And now I’m missing home
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| I left the back way call a stereo
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| Pack up my suitcase and hit the road
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| All alone
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| Mama taught me what I know
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| She said life is hard if truth be told
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| You don’t always get the things you’re owed
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| That’s why I wear silver over gold |