Please tell me what is takin' place?
'Cos I can't seem to find a trace
Guess it must have got erased somehow
Probably 'cos, I always forget
Every time someone tells me their name
It's always gotta be the same
In my world
Never wore a cover-up
Always beat the boys up
Grew up in a five thousand population town
Made my money por cuttin' grass
Got fired por fried chicken ass
All in a small town, Napanee
You know I always stay up without sleepin'
And think to myself
"Where do I belong forever
In whose arms, the time and place?"
Can't help it if I o espaço in a daze
My eyes tune out the other way
I may switch off and go...
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