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When you go and the wind blows you home And you were wrong and the fault was your own We were always gonna end up back here Friends who stayed, and the ones who disappeared The difference between a rut and a grave is an inch Caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch I don't sit so well On the banks of Boston And you are my blood You are my blood And you're hung up to dry and you're strange And you're strange God knows, but you're loved, loved, loved You resolve that you're never looking back You were young, far too young for words like that We were always gonna end up back here Friends who stayed, the ones who raged and wrote and appeared The difference between a rut and a grave is an inch Caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch I don't sit so well On the banks of Boston You are my blood You are my blood [x4] And you're hung up to dry and you're strange And you're strange God knows, but you're loved, loved, loved I don't sit so well On the banks of Boston And you are my blood You are my blood |