When you move to far places
City-Wide or state to state
You'll always end up
with a new, cleaned slate
And the slate is cleaned
With the eyes that teared
Of all those you left behind
City-Wide or state to state
You'll always end up
with a new, cleaned slate
And the slate is cleaned
With the eyes that teared
Of all those you left behind
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