I used to live in houses that weren't my own
I used to pray that someday I'd find a home
I used to keep my books packed into boxes
I used to only want coffee and cigarettes
I used to look out the window and see the green mountains
I used to get the feeling that I can't go on
I used to take the bus all the way downtown
and wonder where all these people came from.
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