“Boston,” Augustana

She said, I think I’ll go to Boston,
I think I’ll start a new life;
I think I’ll start it over
Where no one knows my name.
I’ll get out of California
I’m tired of the weather
I think I’ll get a lover and
Fly him out to Spain.
I think I’ll go to Boston,
I think that I’m just tired
I think I need a new town
To leave this all behind.
I think I need a sunrise;
I’m tired of the sunset
I hear it’s nice in the summer;
Some snow would be nice.

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