I'm running down these historic streets.
No where to run
No where to hide.
Just running in the place,
I like to call my home.
This is Boston.
This is Boston.
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This is my city
This is my home
This is the place where I belong.
In a community growing stronger,
Day by day.
I'm never leaving Massachusetts Bay.
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This is Boston.
This is home.
The place where my life started again.
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This is my city
This is my home
This is the place where I belong.
In a community growing stronger,
Day by day.
I'm never leaving Massachusetts Bay.
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Working all day.
Playing on the streets at night.
I need a vacation.
I sit down in Southie,
feeling the city all around
This is Boston.
The city that revives me.
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This is my city
This is my home
This is the place where I belong.
In a community growing stronger,
Day by day.
I'm never leaving Massachusetts Bay.
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I was born here and I will die here.
A place where it all began.
A place where it all will end.
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This is home.
This is Boston.
Boston is in my heart.
Boston is my soul.
This is my home.
This is Boston.
This is Boston.
This is my city.
This is Boston.
Never again shall I leave,
Massachusetts Bay.
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This is Boston
PoetryA song of sorts. An ode to Boston. The only city that I can stand being in for long periods of time. I love the lights. I love the vibe. The hope that this city offered. The fans passionate about the teams that don't always win. Keep Staying Awesome!
