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How long has the porch light been on When it's off it still buzzes Insects still hover around in it in rings The boy, a brother, their friends Sneaking acts of quiet rebellion after the parents go to bed They all grow up, things never change The haze of boredom blanketing the small sports town Makes the smoke sting better How could you be unhappy here? When you come of age: You can watch the game on every corner When the time is right: Pawn shops that discount their engagement rings When you settle down here: [You will just like your parents did] The schools do not have bars or grates across their many windows How could you be unhappy here?
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
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How long has the porch light been on When it's off it still buzzes Insects still hover around in it in rings The boy, a brother, their friends Sneaking acts of quiet rebellion after the parents go to bed They all grow up, things never change The haze of boredom blanketing the small sports town Makes the smoke sting better How could you be unhappy here? When you come of age: You can watch the game on every corner When the time is right: Pawn shops that discount their engagement rings When you settle down here: [You will just like your parents did] The schools do not have bars or grates across their many windows How could you be unhappy here?
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
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