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Golden leaves on concrete streets they feel out of place Why not take a bite of pure sunlight it's a different kind of taste Well so long, so long I'm going home Past the blinds and closed windows I'm going home Find a place where life still shows Sure to say I'm leaving this place before the opportunity goes It's not the people here that bothers me I just got, got sick of the smoke Well so long, so long I'm going home Past the blinds and closed windows I'm going home Find a place where life still shows So long Broken town I'll be gone So long Broken town I'll be gone Welcome into my world I'm going home Past the blinds and closed windows I'm going home Find a place where life still shows I'm going home Past the blinds and closed windows I'm going home Find a place where life still shows