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She comes from BostonWorks at the jewelry storeDown in the harborWhere the ferries come to shoreShe never really knew how good it would feelTo finally find herself in a place so warm and realShe wears a Red Sox capTo hide her baby dreadsThe girl she was in New EnglandIs different now and deadIn all the local barsShe flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'She's from BostonShe comes from BostonTalks to her family now and thenThrough e-mails and postcardsShe tries to explain to themThat education and occupation will have to wait for nowShe loves the Rasta, reggae rhythms, her dreams have changed somehowShe wears a Red Sox capTo hide her baby dreadsThe girl she was in New EnglandIs different now and deadIn all the local barsShe flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'She's from BostonHer toes dig deep and deeper in the sandShe's seduced by the sunsets and her new life at handShe wears a Red Sox capTo hide her baby dreadsThe girl she was in New EnglandIs different now and deadIn all the local barsShe flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'She's from BostonShe wears a Red Sox capTo hide her baby dreadsFrom BostonShe came to this island from Boston
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