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And I sing songs about the past:
How I was raised and how I was thrown out on my ass
'Cause I didn't care 'bout goin' to school.
And I saw the look in her eyes,
My mother nearly cried when I told her I wanted to go-
Just to prove them wrong.
I've been smokin' cigarettes since I was only 14,
Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
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And I sing songs about the friends:
The way we grew up, and all the loose ends.
We used to laugh... 'cause we didn't give a damn.
And I saw the look in my brother's eyes
When I told him I was leaving, he couldn't help but despise me-

He's wanted out his whole life.
I've been smokin' the green since I was merely 16,
Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
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And I sing songs about the past...
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I plea for relief.
This town won't receive
All the things that I want, the things that I need.
And I'll beg and I'll beg-
I'm down on my knees.
Momma, oh momma,
Let me please leave.
I plea for relief.
This town won't receive
All the things that I want, the things that I need.
And all I ever wanted was love.
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