how much time have you got hangin till your ride comes i get kinda lonesome on these roads yeah there s a lot named after a fruit tree if you were me then you d be wonderin why i moved but to tell the truth it gets hard to see the same streets i share with you hard to wipe the places from my mind maybe i ll discard it when i finish what i started then i ll know wherever you are that s my home well i ve cursed but i ve been blessed to watch a lot of trends go out and come back in though like the dogs but that s the best to know i wasn t crazy and history got lazier since i got born but now i m torn it gets hard to see the same streets i share with you hard to wipe the places from my mind maybe i ll discard it when i finish what i started then i ll know wherever you are that s my home oh cause it s hard to see the same streets i share with you it s hard to wipe the faces from my mind maybe i ll discard it when i finish what i started then i ll know wherever you are that s my home
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