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People they come and people go |
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Headed to who knows where |
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All up and down that long highway |
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Until they disappear |
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The grass is greener on the other side |
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Or so they all believe |
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But I'm looking out a different window |
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I'm planted like a tree |
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I love this old town, I love the old sounds |
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Church bells ringing and a midnight train |
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And I'll stay as unchanged |
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As tin roofs and rain |
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Sincerely I remain |
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And when I leave I always come back |
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To the arms that hold me tight |
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With the ones that I love gathered around me |
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My shelter from the storms of life |
