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The banks of the river run through my hometown |
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As a boy I ran the dirt roads and I scraped my knees |
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Well, they paved the roads eventually |
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With neon signs and car dealerships and diners |
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The soldiers fill the hotels on the weekends |
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I saw the pretty women as I walked through town |
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Well, I moved away soon as I turned sixteen |
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Figured I was old enough to go and work a job |
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Well, I floated down main street, pools of car lights |
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Overcame me wishing, I was still back home |
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The soldiers fill the hotels on the weekends |
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I saw the pretty women as I walked through town |
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Well, Jacksonville's a city with a hopeless streetlight |
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Seems like you're lucky, if it ever change from red to green |
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I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness |
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And .50 cent picture frames bought at a five and dime |
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I ended up a soldier on the weekend |
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Looking for a vacancy I was unable to find |
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Somewhere the night sky hangs like a blanket |
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Shoot it with my cap gun just to make it, seem like stars |
