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This is where it's blown to bits This is where your treasure chest is opened up And emptied out and everything you'd never want to see I swear that we will make it, love I swear the skies are bluer somewhere And the sun will never sink behind the Appalachians for forever, love And oh, you will learn to live Learn how to survive If all you need's a holiday God knows they'll take that away And walk away and never look behind at what they've left behind It's Labor Day, and you're working your ass off And what will you have to show for it in four years? Some worthless degree And maybe this is wanderlust, or maybe I am onto something You could end up painting houses You could end up working as a secretary Until recession shuts you down Then you and I will move out west Past Nebraska Letras de cancionesPast New Mexico To California's open arms And we'll sit on the hill there by the lake The rotting Bible Belt a world away But there's always something for you to forget Someone to let go And in the end you're always looking for a way out From Letras Mania