| People they come and people go
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| Headed to who knows where
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| All up and down that long highway
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| Until they disappear
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| The grass is greener on the other side
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| Or so they all believe
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| But I’m looking out a different window
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| I’m planted like a tree
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| I love this old town, I love the old sounds
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| Church bells ringing and a midnight train
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| And I’ll stay as unchanged
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| As tin roofs and rain
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| Sincerely I remain
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| And when I leave I always come back
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| To the arms that hold me tight
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| With the ones that I love gathered around me
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| My shelter from the storms of life |