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Monday, February 18, 2008

Boston


I think I'll go to Boston.
I think I'll start a new life.
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name.
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain.
I think I'll go to Boston.
I think that I'm just tired.
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice, oh yeah.
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Nice song.
Let's go to Boston baby.

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