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Got on the 47, transferred to the 89 left town eastbound past all the citysigns and y'know it's hard to leave, your past behind and as |
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I pass the crummybars and beat up cars nothing's will change my mind this time. |
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By now you think |
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I've found that things changed, just don't look that way tome. |
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By now you think |
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I'be found that things change, and look rearranged to me. |
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Itnever used to look that way to me. |
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At half past seven |
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I'm on the 95 sick of malls and alcohol just passed thenext state line and i know it's hard to leave your past behind and as i thinkof the corner creeps and dirty streets nothing will change my mind, there's noturning back this time. |
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And when going off is like going on and never going back is just like givingup it's like i'm going nowhere fast. |
