Home Town

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Of all the stupid things I 
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could have thought this was the 
worst
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I started to believe that I was
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 born at seventeen
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And all the stupid things, the 
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letters and the broken verse
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Stayed hidden at the bottom of 
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the drawer, they'd always been
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And now I plough through files 
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of bills receipts and credit cards
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and tickets and the daily news 
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and sometimes I just wanna go back 
to my

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Chorus
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Home Town, though I know it'll 
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never be the same
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Back to my home town, 'cause it's 
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been so long,
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Eadd9*          [*E with pinky on 
2nd fret of high e]
and I'm wondering if it's still 
there.


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We think we're pretty smart, us 
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city slickers get around
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And when the going's rough we 
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kill the pain and relocate
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We're never married, never 
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faithful not to any town
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But we never leave the past 
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behind we just accumulate
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So sometimes when the music 
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stops I seem to hear a distant sound
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Of waves and seagulls, football 
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crowds and churchbells and I 
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want to go back to my