I remember afternoons
Selling papers after school
A gig that taught me the value of my time
Smell of small town in the air
I could smell it in dads clothes and hair
When he came home after work at night
As I look around, I always found
Just another place to live this nothing town
Well we moved like gypsies from town to town
Dont become too attached youll let yourself down
New kid in school, Ive been all my life
Theres an independence that comes to be
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