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