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Two months since you got back, how have you been and are you bored yet? The weather ain't been bad if you're into masochistic bullshit And every photograph that's taken here is from the summer Some guy won Olympic gold eight years ago, a distance runner And that makes a lot of sense, this place is such great motivation For anyone tryna' move the fuck away from hibernation Yoo-hoo, oh Oh, no Well, I'm tired of dirt roads named after high school friend's grandfathers And motherfuckers here still don't know they caught the Boston Bombers Time moves so damn slow, I swear I feel my organs failin' I stopped carin' about a month ago, since then, it's been smooth sailin' I would leave if only I could find a reason I'm mean because I grew up in New England I got dreams, but I can't make myself believe them Spend the rest of my life with what could've been And I will die in the house that I grew up in I'm homesick I'm homesick I'm homesick Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I would leave if only I could find a reason I'm mean because I grew up in New England I got dreams, but I can't make myself believe them Spend the rest of my life with what could've been And I will die in the house that I grew up in I'm homesick, I'm homesick I'm homesick I'm homesick Home
Writer(s): Noah Kahan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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