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  1. Rock Ferry

I'm not ashamed of where I'm from.
But I ain't exactly proud.
That young mother on the corner,
I think we used to hang around.
But as I've gotten older.
I can't remember now.

Most I forgot on purpose.
Rest I forgot with time.
Goddamn class of '07.
Wasted youth branded lies.
I'll make it out if it kills me.
I'll see the other side.

As I drive through this memory.
Of what a town's supposed to be.
Boarded houses, broken windows.
Reflecting parts of me.
This is where I was born.
But it's not where I'll die.

That's the funny thing about life.
That is always goes on.
No one gives damn where you're going.
Only where you come from.
We're all haunted by our pasts.
The ghosts that won't leave us be.
Dragging us down to dilapidated tombs.
Disguised as Rock Ferry.

This is where I was born.
But it's not where I'll die.