Are like children,
Dirty and mean,
Sometimes obscene,
But they're ours.

Are like pockets,
Filled with our secrets,
And so familiar,
They grow worn out.

You cannot stay in one place with just bad memories,
But if it's so, you've got to run for the shore.
And if you stay in one place and feel no safety,
Oh if it's so, you've got to hide in the mountain sides.

You know...
Hometowns are like memories.
Once there's a change,
They will never ease your pain,
They are like harbours and we are ships,
And the crew understands but...
The tourists? Can't.
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