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Got on the 47, transferred to the 89
left town eastbound past all the city signs
and y'know sometimes it's hard to leave your past behind
and as I pass the crummy bars and beat up cars
nothing's gonna change my mind this time
By now you think I've found that things changed, just don't look that way to me
by now you think I've found that things change, and look rearranged to me
it never used to look that me.
At half past seven I'm on the 95
sick of malls and alcohol
just passed the next state line
and I know sometimes it's hard to leave your past behind
and as I think of the corner creeps and dirty streets
nothing will change my mind,
there's no turning back this time.
And when going off is like going on
and never going back is just like giving up
it's like I'm going nowhere fast.
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