When you're growing up in a small town
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When you're growing up in a small town
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When you're growing up in a small town
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You say no one famous ever came from here
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When you're growing up in a small town
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and you're having a nervous breakdown
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and you think that you'll never escape it
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Yourself or the place that you live
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Where did Picasso come from
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There's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
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If art is the tip of the iceberg
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I'm the part sinking below
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When you're growing up in a small town
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Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
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People look at you funny
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When you're in a small town
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My father worked in construction
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It's not something for which I'm suited
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Oh, what is something for which you are suited ?
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Getting out of here
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I hate being odd in a small town
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If they stare let them stare in New York City
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As this pink eyed painting albino
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How far can my fantasy go ?
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I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
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No adorable lisping Capote
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My hero, oh, do you think I could meet him ?
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I'd camp out at his front door
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There is only one good thing about small town
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There is only one good use for a small town
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There is only one good thing about small town
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You know that you want to get out
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When you're growing up in a small town
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You know you'll grow down in a small town
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There is only one good use for a small town
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You hate it and you'll know you have to leave
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Smalltown
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| Lou Reed & John Cale |
