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Sunday, January 14, 2007, 9:45 PM
Augustana - Boston

In the light of the sun,
Is there anyone?
Oh it has begun.
Oh dear, you look so lost, eyes are redand tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed.
You said,

You don't know me,
And you don't even care,
She said,
You don't know me,
And you don't wear my chains.

Essential yet appealed,
Carry all your thoughts
Across an open field,
When flowers gaze at you,
They're not the only ones who cry when they see you
You said,

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 'em 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 Sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice.

You don't know me,
And you don't even care,
oh yeah,
Boston, where no one knows my name.