| A little town with little trails
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| You paid the debt of circumstance
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| You wanna disappear
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| There’s a boy, a favorite son
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| He settled down, that’s what’s done
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| When you come from here
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| You were someone’s daughter only yesterday
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| Now you have a family of your own
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| And its over now, but you holding on
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| The furniture is rearranged
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| No discussion just exchanging
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| Pleasantries with the favorite son
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| The man of nearly twenty years
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| Hoping love will reappear someday
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| It’s just another game
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| The same things that you’ll regret
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| Nothing more than idle threats
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| You can see right through
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| Every town has a favorite son
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| A fantasy of being with one
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| Your dream come true
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| A quiet little town would be the
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| Queen of homecoming on her own
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| And its over now, but you holding on
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| The furniture is rearranged
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| No discussion just exchanging
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| Pleasantries with the favorite son
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| The man of nearly twenty years
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| Hoping love will reappear someday
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| He’s their favorite son
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| The one and only
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| He’ll always be the one
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| Your one and only
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| He’s their favorite son
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| The one and only
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| He’ll always be the one
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| Your one and only
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| Favorite…
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| And its over now, but you holding on
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| Scratch your rules are rearranged
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| Facilitating then exchanging pleasantries
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| With the favorite son
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| This malady of thirty years
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| Hoping harmony appear someday
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| It’s just another day
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| It’s just another game
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| Another day |