My accent won't help
I can't fool no one
I'm no native son
Just on holiday, anyway
There will always be a trace of this place in me
When does one thing ever end and the next begin?
Every day back then felt like a hyphen
I cannot recall where I was at all
But I know what I heard when I wrote those words
"Green River" still runs under that same sun
I never saw the source but I know the chorus
When does one thing ever end and the next begin?
Every day back then felt like a hyphen
I do not wish to retrace the steps I've taken
All that matters now is where I'm going
There will always be a trace of this place in me
"Green River" still runs under that same sun
Tried to pass myself My accent won't help I can't fool no one I'm no native son Just on holiday, anyway There will always be a trace of this place in me When does one thing ever end and the next begin? Every day back then felt like a hyphen I cannot recall where I was at all But I know what I heard when I wrote those words "Green River" still runs under that same sun I never saw the source but I know the chorus When does one thing ever end and the next begin? Every day back then felt like a hyphen I do not wish to retrace the steps I've taken All that matters now is where I'm going There will always be a trace of this place in me "Green River" still runs under that same sun Explain Request ×
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