Hometown is a sallow old book
I read it and put it on the shelf
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Hometown is a place to sleepwalk
Dream ravings are the familiar dialect
The spat is for hometown snacks
Sometimes I cry because I can't visit my mom's grave

Hometown is behind the mountains at the end of the sea
I’m sorry I can’t see it through the telescope
The precipitation of the days no longer matters
Living in memory is a luxury

It's just that hearing the name of hometown always hits me
Make my eyes shine Make my eyes sore
I was an arrow that had left the bow
Flashback will miss the target

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