| I woke up today and put all my shit in boxes,
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| It’s 8am so I’m glad I wasn’t out late,
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| I woke up today,
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| I guess it’s good I hadn’t finished unpacking all of this in the first place,
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| The suburbs have abandoned me,
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| I’ve had the same best friends since '93
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| I call he’s not answering, No,
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| I can’t get comfortable on my own street,
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| I’m not fond of South Philly,
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| Or how my neighbours love ICP,
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| I guess it’s better than Bancroft Street,
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| At least the fridge here works and the walls don’t leak,
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| At least I’m starting to see what’s left for me
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| I’m starting to,
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| We moved on again,
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| So I packed all my shit and left home,
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| It’s all right to think I still belong to something I don’t,
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| 'Casue I can see why you’d think so,
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| Nothing made me feel further away,
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| Than «Left and Leaving"through a blown car stereo,
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| Nothing made me feel closer to home,
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| Than «Ready to Die"through my headphones,
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| So, we reached the coast,
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| Where do we sleep tonight?
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| Damned if I know,
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| We’ll try to stay at the airport,
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| «You can’t send us home man, We’ve got no place to go»,
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| We moved on again,
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| So I packed all my shit and left home,
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| It’s all right to think I still belong to something I don’t,
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| 'Cause I can see why you’d think so,
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| 'Cause I can see why you’d think so,
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| Don’t say it’s up to me
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| Don’t say it’s up to me
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| Don’t say it’s up to me
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| Don’t say it’s up to me
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| The creeks in the floorboards are calling out to me,
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| I’m laying here again,
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| with my head on my backpack,
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| Wrapped in my hoodie,
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| This is how it is when,
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| Don’t say it’s up to me,
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| Don’t Say,
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| We moved on again,
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| So I packed all my shit and left home,
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| It’s all right to think I still belong to something I don’t,
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| 'Cause I can see why you’d think so,
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| We moved on again,
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| So I packed all my shit and left home,
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| It’s all right to think I still belong to something I don’t,
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| 'Cause I can see why you’d think so,
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| I stacked «Lonelier than God"next to «You Get So Alone Sometimes»,
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| I know how this must look from the outside,
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| It took almost thirteen months for me to be where I feel fine,
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| I’m not as sad as I let myself believe sometimes. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything I Own Fits In This Backpack , by - The Wonder Years. Song from the album The Upsides, in the genre Панк