| I got change in a pocket somewhere
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| Got my letter in the box
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| Tired of waiting for the bus to nowhere
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| And tired of chasing the stone fox
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| I don’t tell lies no more, ya know
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| I just don’t tell the truth
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| I don’t know what I’m looking for, ya know
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| But I’m not looking for proof
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| I have a tricky love affair, ya know
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| With the place where I grew up
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| But it knows I’ll never leave, ya know
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| I never left it much
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| I hate to see it despair, oh, don’t you do it
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| I hate to see it screw up
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| But it knows I can hardly grieve
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| When it’s hard to give a, hard to give a… (*scream*)
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| Don’t know what keeps me here
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| It’s not the boy giving the funny feels
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| Don’t know what keeps me here
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| It’s not the P to pay for the wheel
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| What the hell keeps me here?
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| In this dark old town that I’ve adored
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| The rules don’t seem so clear
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| And change, it feels like fear, it’s all you know
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| Our dark and pretty town
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| Our dark and pretty town
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| Our dark and handsome town
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| Our dark and pretty town
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| My dark and pretty town |