| There’s a town out there I spent a little time,
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| I almost didn’t make it out alive.
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| But since I did I thought I’d write a song,
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| About the things I saw while I was there.
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| Well I saw a lot of people, but they all looked the same,
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| They had the same clothes, they had the same name.
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| Oh, I took off runnin' right out of that town,
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| Hope I never have to go back again.
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| I won’t tell ya just where it is,
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| Case I ever have to go back again.
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| But you’re going to know it, if you ever pass through,
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| Provided that they let you in.
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| Well the moms and the dads they drove the same cars,
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| They had the same jobs and the didn’t think alot.
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| And if I didn’t think I’d get in trouble with the law,
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| Tell ya I’d have laughed out loud.
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| Kids got the same grades, the wore they same shoes
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| Struttin' in maroon velcro kangaroos,
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| Which I liked enough, I tried to get a pair
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| But they didn’t have any to spare
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| I could tell right away I wouldn’t fit in.
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| Had the right color eyes and the right color skin.
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| But I didn’t know the work or the magic word,
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| And I think they knew that I smoked a bit from time to time |