Town
This is my town.
Our town where she ran me ragged.
She was always running.
Running around in circles in two bit town.
Never getting anywhere.
Because the end felt a lot like the beginning.
Never going anywhere.
Running around in circles in two bit town
I am always running.
Our town where I run you ragged.
This is your town.
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