I got change in a pocket somewhere Got my letter in the box Tired of waiting for the bus to nowhere And tired of chasing the stone fox I don’t tell lies no more, you know I just don’t tell the truth I don’t know what I’m looking for, ya know But I’m not looking for proof
I have a tricky love affair, you know With the place where I grew up But it knows I’ll never leave, ya know I never left it much I hate to see it despair, oh, don’t you do it I hate to see it screw up But it knows I can hardly grieve When it’s hard to give a, hard to give a... wow!
What keeps me here? It’s not the boy giving the funny feels Don’t know what keeps me here It’s not the P to pay for the wheel What the hell keeps me here? In this dark old town that I adore The rules don’t seem so clear And change, it feels like fear, it's all you know
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