Small Town
It's a small town,
And I don't give a shit.
It's a small town,
Looks like this is it.
Fast it falls,
On pumpkin faces.
Never make,
It to the far of places.
It's a small town,
And I don't give a shit.
Where the way home,
Is passed with blurry eyes.
And the pavement is lined,
With more than just street lights
Fast it falls,
With stationary faces.
Never make,
It to the far of places.
It's a small town,
Looks like this is it.
And I don't give a shit.
It's a small town,
Looks like this is it.
Fast it falls,
On pumpkin faces.
Never make,
It to the far of places.
It's a small town,
And I don't give a shit.
Where the way home,
Is passed with blurry eyes.
And the pavement is lined,
With more than just street lights
Fast it falls,
With stationary faces.
Never make,
It to the far of places.
It's a small town,
Looks like this is it.
Credits
Writer(s): Harry Nesbitt, Max Nesbitt, Morton Fraser
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