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So I say goodbye to a town that has ears and eyes,
I can hear you whispering as i walk by.
Familiar faces smiling back at me,
And I knew this would make them change.
The only thing that's going to bother me is that you'll all call yourselves my friends.
Why can't you look me in the eyes one last time?
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