This is not my town and it will never be
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This is our apartment filled with your things
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This is your life, I get copied keys
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Try and force a little smile hold it a little while for you
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These are your old streets and you know them well
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One way shortcuts all the way downtown
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But your favourite find is just my secondhand secret
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Try and hide a little pain for the things
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I can't explain to you
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These are your good friends and I like them fine
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Cuz they are your past and your present time
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But would you even be the same if you left them behind
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All the things I used to be
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All the things I miss of me for you
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These are your good friends and I like them fine
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These are your old streets and you know them well
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This is not my town and it will never be
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And it will never be...ours
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Copied Keys
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| Kathleen Edwards |
