| From up here this town don’t look so bad
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| I’m looking down at this place I hate and at least for a second it seems okay
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| But I’m not getting over it
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| Getting used to it
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| It’s been so long since everything seemed to fit
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| And it’s not a case of being scared or undeserving
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| I’m just questioning the purpose of leaving what I thought was pulling me down
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| But I’ll bite my tongue and grit my teeth
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| I’ll leave my heart where I leave my home
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| I never thought that I’d be on my own
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| I never knew that I had this in me
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| I kinda think it came all too quickly
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| But I know that growing up’s a part of growing up
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| So I guess I’ll just face the facts and throw my bags up on this broken back
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| I’ll learn from my mistakes and find a place where I can breathe
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| Somewhere that I can breathe
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| I’ll miss the smell of the rain on my road
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| The dirty streets of the town I call home
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| My friends that kept me from feeling alone
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| And the broken promises you made that forced me to grow
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| And I’ll miss the paths I’ve walked a thousand times
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| The mistakes that I made, the lessons learned from the nights
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| That I spent with my friends in this town I resent
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| All ‘cause this is the last of time that I’ll spend around here |