| Yes we all left
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| We don’t live here anymore
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| Teenage tribulation
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| Settled child hood scores
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| And we gave hell to our parents
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| We gave it to them good
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| We left them with poor credit scores
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| Then we left the neighborhood
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| Cause we all grow up
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| We all move out
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| And get out of our hometown
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| We all get jobs
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| Some break the law
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| Some run their lives into the ground
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| But i’ll miss the days sneaking cigarettes
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| Around the neighborhood
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| Pretending that we were bad when
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| Really we were good
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| Westward i went
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| On the east you were hell bound
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| I smoke cloves in orange grove
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| And i mis the way things were
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| When i was a little girl
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| Dreams of things i hadn’t seen
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| The world was for the taking
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| But we all grow up
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| We all move out
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| And get out of our hometown
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| We all get jobs some break the law
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| Some run their lives into the ground
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| But i’ll miss the days sneaking cigarettes
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| Around the neighborhood
|
| Pretending that we were bad when
|
| Really we were good
|
| Yes we all left
|
| We don’t live here anymore
|
| Cause we all grow up
|
| We all move out
|
| And get out of our hometown
|
| We all get jobs
|
| Some break the law
|
| Some run their lives into the ground
|
| But i’ll miss the days sneaking cigarettes
|
| Around the neighborhood
|
| Pretending that we were bad when
|
| Really we were good
|
| Yes we all left
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| We don’t live here anymore |