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came home in January
I was high as a kite
snow on the road
so I took what was left
what was mine

but no one in this city understands me
like you
and I could fuck my up whole life
least I still told the truth
'cos no one in this city
no one in this city
no one in this city
no one in this city understands me like you
you do

spring here is painful
I always fall short of being good
I'd spill all my guts out to you
if I knew that I could

'cos no one in this city's ever touched me
like you
and I could fuck up my whole life
least I still told the truth
'cos no one in this city
no one in this city
no one in this citys ever touched me like you
you do

this is what I never said
this is what was never done
you and I are both the same
we both share our native tongue
and one day you'll let someone go
where no one's ever been before
and though I wish it could be me
I understand why it can't be

but no one in this city
no one in this city
no one in this city even comes close to you

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