Richie and Austen are often along for the rideThey don't say a lot,But they know every inch of this driveIf these trees started talkin',I bet you they'd only talk shit'Cause we never do anythin' real,We just talk about itEndin' of August, the bugs are just startin' to dieAll the neighbors are votin' for someone who wins every timeAnd I thought gettin' older meant knowin'It's too late to tryAnd I tried gettin' sober, I swear I did bettеr this timeOoh, hmOoh, hmOoh, hmOoh, hmWoah, everythin' you see out hеre will dieOh, it's a matter of time'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights'Til it's our town, mmAnd anythin' you need, I will provideA ride home or an alibiI know the traffic light you can speed right by'Cause the camera's downAnd I follow New York plates to the county lineI ignore 'em when they wave on 89The minute that September hitsI'm goin' off my medicine, ohLate August angst and a pointless nightOh, and the feelin' of being aliveFor the first time in a long timeDrawin' of a place, oh, we're a photo on the fridgeThey mined copper for years,Oh, there was nothin' left to digIt's a place where most kidsJust grow up and have kidsGrow up and have kids who build homes for the richOh, everythin' you see out here will dieOh, it's a matter of time'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights'Til it's our town'Til it's our town'Til it's our townAnd it's ours now'Cause it's ours nowA long shadow
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Richie and Austen are often along for the ride
They don't say a lot,
But they know every inch of this drive
If these trees started talkin',
I bet you they'd only talk shit
'Cause we never do anythin' real,
We just talk about it
Endin' of August, the bugs are just startin' to die
All the neighbors are votin' for someone who wins every time
And I thought gettin' older meant knowin'
It's too late to try
And I tried gettin' sober, I swear I did bettеr this time
Ooh, hm
Ooh, hm
Ooh, hm
Ooh, hm
Woah, everythin' you see out hеre will die
Oh, it's a matter of time
'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights
'Til it's our town, mm
And anythin' you need, I will provide
A ride home or an alibi
I know the traffic light you can speed right by
'Cause the camera's down
And I follow New York plates to the county line
I ignore 'em when they wave on 89
The minute that September hits
I'm goin' off my medicine, oh
Late August angst and a pointless night
Oh, and the feelin' of being alive
For the first time in a long time
Drawin' of a place, oh, we're a photo on the fridge
They mined copper for years,
Oh, there was nothin' left to dig
It's a place where most kids
Just grow up and have kids
Grow up and have kids who build homes for the rich
Oh, everythin' you see out here will die
Oh, it's a matter of time
'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights
'Til it's our town
'Til it's our town
'Til it's our town
And it's ours now
'Cause it's ours now
A long shadow
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