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I'm not from here |
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I just live here |
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Grew up somewhere far away |
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Come here thinking I'd never stay long |
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I'd be going back soon someday |
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It's been a few years |
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Since I got here |
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Seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go |
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Crowds assemble, they hang out awhile |
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Then they melt away like an early snow |
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Onto some bright future somewhere |
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Down the road to points unknown |
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Sending postcards when they get there |
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Wherever it is they think they're goin' |
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I'm not from here |
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I just live here |
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Can't see that it matters much |
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I read the papers and I watch the nightly news |
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Who's to say I'm out of touch |
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Nobody's from here |
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Most of us just live here |
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Locals long since moved away |
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Sold the played-out farms for parking lots |
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Went off looking for a better way |
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Onto some bright future somewhere |
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Better times on down the road |
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Wonder if they ever got there |
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Wherever it was they thought they'd go |
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Hit my home town |
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A couple years back |
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Hard to say just how it felt |
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But it looked like so many towns I might've been through |
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On my way to somewhere else |
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I'm not from here |
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But people tell me |
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It's not like it used to be |
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They say I should have been here |
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Back about ten years |
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Before it got ruined by folks like me |
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We can't help it |
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We just keep moving |
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It's been that way since long ago |
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Since the stone age, chasing the great herds |
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We mostly go where we have to go |
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Onto some bright future somewhere |
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Down the road to points unknown |
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Sending post cards when we get there |
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Wherever it is we think we'll go |
