Got on the 47, transferred to the 89 Left town eastbound past all the city signs And y'know sometimes it's hard to leave your past behind And as I pass the crummy bars and beat up cars Nothing's gonna change my mind this time By now you think I've found that things changed, just don't look that way to me By now you think I've found that things change, and look rearranged to me It never used to look that me. At half past seven I'm on the 95 Sick of malls and alcohol Just passed the next state line
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