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Those boys don't come around here no moreProbably all moved far awayIf they returned on the trains from the big citiesI wouldn't recognize their faceBecause they've changed so muchThat they might as well be someone elseAt the risk of sounding like a hypocriteLord knows I've changed myselfI've still got this smile onI wear it straight across my faceAnd if you still cannot see the positivesThen you're not looking my wayIf you've changed so muchOr you might want to be someone elseRun the risk of being an impressionistWe should all become ourselves From Letras Mania