Of all the stupid things I could have thought this was the worst
I started to believe that I was born at seventeen
And all the stupid things, the letters and the broken verse
Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer, they'd always been
And now I plough through piles of bills receipts and credit cards
And tickets and the daily news and sometimes I just wanna go back to my
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Home Town, though I know it'll never be the same
Back to my home town, 'cause it's been so long
And I'm wondering if it's still there.
We think we're pretty smart/tough, us city slickers (we) get around