| Heard you have a pretty villa down south
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| The paint never peels and the grass doesn’t dry out
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| Even though it hasn’t rained in months; |
| not even once
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| At least it’s something to worry about
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| 'Cause in the outskirts, comfort comes first, it’s as perfect as it’s true
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| When there’s an outburst, it could be worse, 'cause it could happen to you
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| But have you ever seen a view like this from a back porch
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| that you would never leave?
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| 'cause what if it’s not everything you want
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| Ifyou cut and run from everything you’ve known
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| And it didn’t make you feel like your own, oh
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| Heard you were a part-time patriot, lost your drive so you drive to compensate
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| for it
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| Never getting the extent of all the streets and dead-ends
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| And you’ve memorized all of the names
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| 'Cause in the outskirts, comfort comes first, it’s as perfect as it’s true
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| When there’s an outburst, it could be worse, 'cause it could happen to you
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| But have you ever seen a view like this from a back porch
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| that you would never leave?
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| 'cause what if it’s not everything you want
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| If you cut and run from everything you’ve known
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| And it didn’t make you feel like your own, oh
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| Why can’t you leave?
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| I remember fantasies you’d tell
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| Like breathing on the glass in a hotel
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| Looking at a city that’s so big it can’t be real
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| So you stay safe
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| And wash the bitter taste from your mouth
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| You look up at the birds, orange sky, and wonder why you ever dreamt of getting
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| out
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| (inside of a car vibes) |