Where I Come From

Where I come from it's a land of many islands
 Two rivers run to the east and to the west
 Wanted to run far away as I could, as fast as I could get
 No matter where I've been, I can't escape who I am or forget
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 Where I come from, paint is peeling all the time
 The winter's long, gets into your boots
 The river runs high and wild, high and wild in the springtime
 The tourists come through our fading little town when the sun shines
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 Veterans, the veterans of all the past wars
 Sit outside on a Sunday afternoon
 The mills closed down long ago and so we're way past unemployment
 A good bad joke somebody told on our town for their enjoyment
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 September sun, colours boldly flying
 In pretty reds, orange, gold and brown
 Most beautiful as the light is dying
 Most beautiful as the day goes down