I sing songs about the past

(Piano&Violins at 2:48)

And I saw the look in her eyes.

My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I had wanted to go,

Just to prove them wrong.

I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen,

Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.

And I sing songs about my friends.

The way we grew up, and all the lose ends we used to laugh,

Cause we didn't give a damn.

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I plead for relief, 

This town won't receive 

All the things that I want. 

The things that I need. 

Never Shout Never.