| Of all the stupid things I could have thought
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| This was the worst
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| I started to believe
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| That I was born at seventeen
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| And all the stupid things
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| The letters and the broken verse
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| Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer
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| Theyd always been
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| And now I plough through piles
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| Of bills, receipts and credit cards
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| And tickets and the daily news
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| And sometimes I just. |
| ..
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| Wanna go back to my home town
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| Though I know itll never be the same
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| Back to my home town
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| cause its been so long
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| And Im wondering if its still there
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| We think were pretty smart
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| Us city slickers get around
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| And when the goings rough
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| We kill the pain and relocate
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| Were never married
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| Never faithful not to any town
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| But we never leave the past behind
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| We just accumulate
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| So sometimes when the music stops
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| I seem to hear a distant sound
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| Of waves and seagulls
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| Football crowds and church bells
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| And I. ..
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| Wanna go back to my home town
|
| Though I know itll never be the same
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| Back to my home town
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| cause its been so long
|
| And Im wondering if its still there
|
| Back to my home town
|
| Though I know itll never be the same
|
| Back to my home town
|
| cause its been so long
|
| And Im wondering if its still there |