[Intro]
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[verse]
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south of (?pennsylvania?) on 95
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I shouldn't lsiten to my friends cause they always lie
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got beat by the cops just collecting my check
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got maced by skins for macing his friends
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It's how I remember it anyway, I go back less these days
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ain't nothing what it was before
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I took mine you took yours
[verse]
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west on Maine I can't help smiling
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mattress on the floor and a landline
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name written on a side walk
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can you claim what you ain't bought
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they're only stories anyway they get told less these days
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ain't nothing what it was before
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I took mine you took yours
[interlude]
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[verse]
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south carolina high as a kite
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I should have listened to my friends cause they always right
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the older i get the less i need,
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the less i keep the less i'll leave
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they're only memories anyway, there's so much more to do these days
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ain't nothing what it was before
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i took mine, you took yours
[outro]
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