County line, I'm countin' downMailboxes until my houseThis place had a heartbeat in its dayVail bought the mountains, and nothing was the sameYes, the boys are drunk, the Sun is highTheir license plates: Live Free or DieBut it just ain't that simple, it never wasWe'll drink till New Year'sthen they'll leave me to clean upOne day, I'm gonna cut it clearRide like Paul RevereAnd, when they ask me who I amI'll say: I'm not from around hereI'll leave before the road crew's outBefore those joggers, looking way too proudAnd I'll turn up the music and I'll forgetUntil it ends, that I'm not ready to let go yetOne day, I'm gonna cut it clearRide like Paul RevereAnd, when they ask me who I amI'll just pretend I didn't hearIt's typical, I fearFolks just disappearAnd, when they ask me who I amI'll say: I'm not from around hereI'll say: I'm not from around hereBut I'm in my car, and I see the yardThe patch of grass where we buried the dogAnd the world makes sense behind a chain-link fenceIf I could leave, I would've already leftBut I'm in my car, and I see the yardAnd the patch of grass where we buried the dogAnd the world makes sense behind a chain-link fenceIf I could leave, I would've already leftI would've already left
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County line, I'm countin' down
Mailboxes until my house
This place had a heartbeat in its day
Vail bought the mountains, and nothing was the same
Yes, the boys are drunk, the Sun is high
Their license plates: Live Free or Die
But it just ain't that simple, it never was
We'll drink till New Year's
then they'll leave me to clean up
One day, I'm gonna cut it clear
Ride like Paul Revere
And, when they ask me who I am
I'll say: I'm not from around here
I'll leave before the road crew's out
Before those joggers, looking way too proud
And I'll turn up the music and I'll forget
Until it ends, that I'm not ready to let go yet
One day, I'm gonna cut it clear
Ride like Paul Revere
And, when they ask me who I am
I'll just pretend I didn't hear
It's typical, I fear
Folks just disappear
And, when they ask me who I am
I'll say: I'm not from around here
I'll say: I'm not from around here
But I'm in my car, and I see the yard
The patch of grass where we buried the dog
And the world makes sense behind a chain-link fence
If I could leave, I would've already left
But I'm in my car, and I see the yard
And the patch of grass where we buried the dog
And the world makes sense behind a chain-link fence
If I could leave, I would've already left
I would've already left
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