Home Town

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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 files 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,
        A                       Eadd9*          [*E with pinky on 2nd fret of high e]
and I'm wondering if it's still there.


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We think we're pretty smart, us city slickers get around
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And when the going's rough we kill the pain and relocate
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We're never married, never faithful not to any town
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But we never leave the past behind we just accumulate
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So sometimes when the music stops I seem to hear a distant sound
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Of waves and seagulls, football crowds and churchbells and I want to go back to my