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There's a freedom in the breeze i've never felt beforeAnd Chestnut Street never seemed so long beforeA car rolls past and skips out on the stop signAs my mind is drifting to distant state linesWhere a night spent in the park doesn't seem so unrespectableWearing week old clothes is perfectly acceptableI'll always love my home, but these places I've never knownThen monotony sets in bring me back there againWhere days like this I don't want to get upI don't want to see the bottom of my coffee cupI don't want to start my car, I don't want to cook a God damn thingDays like this I don't even want to sing Aus Songtexte Mania