I woke up today and put all my shit in boxes,
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It's 8am so I'm glad I wasn't out late,
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I woke up today,
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I guess it's good I hadn't finished unpacking all of this in the first place,
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The suburbs have abandoned me,
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I've had the same best friends since '93
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I call he's not answering, No,
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I can't get comfortable on my own street,
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I'm not fond of South Philly,
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Or how my neighbours love ICP,
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I guess it's better than Bancroft Street,
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At least the fridge here works and the walls don't leak,
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At least I'm starting to see what's left for me
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I'm starting to,
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We moved on again,
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So I packed all my shit and left home,
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It's all right to think I still belong to something I don't,
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'Casue I can see why you'd think so,
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Nothing made me feel further away,
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Than "Left and Leaving" through a blown car stereo,
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Nothing made me feel closer to home,
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Than "Ready to Die" through my headphones,
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So, we reached the coast,
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Where do we sleep tonight?
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Damned if I know,
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We'll try to stay at the airport,
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"You can't send us home man, We've got no place to go",
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We moved on again,
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So I packed all my shit and left home,
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It's all right to think I still belong to something I don't,
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'Cause I can see why you'd think so,
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'Cause I can see why you'd think so,
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Don't say it's up to me
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Don't say it's up to me
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Don't say it's up to me
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Don't say it's up to me
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The creeks in the floorboards are calling out to me,
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I'm laying here again,
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with my head on my backpack,
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Wrapped in my hoodie,
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This is how it is when,
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Don't say it's up to me,
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Don't Say,
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We moved on again,
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So I packed all my shit and left home,
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It's all right to think I still belong to something I don't,
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'Cause I can see why you'd think so,
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We moved on again,
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So I packed all my shit and left home,
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It's all right to think I still belong to something I don't,
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'Cause I can see why you'd think so,
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I stacked "Lonelier than God" next to "You Get So Alone Sometimes",
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I know how this must look from the outside,
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It took almost thirteen months for me to be where I feel fine,
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I'm not as sad as I let myself believe sometimes.
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Everything I Own Fits In This Backpack
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| The Wonder Years |
