BORN IN ERIE, BY THE LAKE. FIRST WE THOUGHT IT, A MISTAKE. WHEN WE MOVED, FROM THOSE 4 SEASONS. MISSED THOSE THOUSAND, HOMEY REASONS. YEARNED TO MOVE BACK, TO THAT CITY. WHERE THE GIRLS ARE, AWFULLY PRETTY. I SHOULD KNOW, I MARRIED ONE. THROUGH THE YEARS, HAD LOTS OF FUN. WOULD LIKE TO VISIT, JUST TO SEE. THAT GOOD OLD HOMETOWN, CALLED ERIE.
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