| It smells like it should be snowing
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| And I’ve been frequenting a diner on Main Street
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| Where the waitresses are girls that graduated with me
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| Have problems with oxy, and can’t recall what I had to drink
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| No one knows where they’re going
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| They just know they want out of here badly
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| Like cigarettes dropped on a highway
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| They smash, and scatter, and burn out
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| Somewhere else without knowing
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| I’ve got my grandmother’s veins in the back of my hands
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| And just a hint of a South Philly accent
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| I was born here
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| (I'll probably die here)
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| Let’s go home
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| This town’s got lies to tell
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| I’ll wait around to hear you out
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| But I can’t keep from digging up these bones forever
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| At least for now, I’ll settle down
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| I’ll try to find some solid ground
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| I lost my footing trying to get home last winter
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| The kids in the graduating class
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| Have got their eyes set west
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| And California on their lips
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| But I left some blood there, that I’m never getting back
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| Rocky’s in the Deep South, I don’t think he’s coming back now
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| It’s sinister, but it’s how life worked out
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| I’ve got my grandmother’s veins in the back of my hands
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| And just a hint of a South Philly accent
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| I was born here
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| (I'll probably die here)
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| Let’s go home
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| This town’s got lies to tell
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| I’ll wait around to hear you out
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| But I can’t keep from digging up these bones forever
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| At least for now, I’ll settle down
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| I’ll try to find some solid ground
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| I lost my footing trying to get home last winter
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| Growing up means
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| Watching my heroes turn human in front of me
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| And the songs we wrote at eighteen
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| Seem shortsighted and naive
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| So when the weather breaks
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| I’ll pull my hoodie up over my face
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| I won’t run away, run away
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| 'Cause as fucked as this place got, it made me me
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| This town’s got lies to tell
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| I’ll wait around to hear you out
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| But I can’t keep from digging up these bones forever
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| At least for now, I’ll settle down
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| I’ll try to find some solid ground
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| I lost my footing trying to get home last winter
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| This town’s got lies to tell |