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Boys in the street are talkin' about leavin', they're leavin' |
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Lookin' for places to go |
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Boys in the street are talkin' about leavin', they're leavin' |
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Lookin' for places to go |
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Andy built his coffin down in Carolina |
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Told me he was runnin' from somethin' |
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But I think he's just out chasin' girls |
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When Mary moved all of her shit to Chicago |
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Her mother made sure that she left with her Bible but |
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You won't find her face on Sundays |
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Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du |
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Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du |
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All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' |
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But all my friends are sittin' in their graves |
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All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' |
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But all my friends are sittin' in their graves |
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Is it any wonder why we all leave home? |
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People say, "I knew you when you were six years old" |
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And you say, "But I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed." |
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Mom and Dad, if only you could see me now |
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Been here for a year and now I own this town |
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Cause I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed. |
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Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du |
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Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du |
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All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' |
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But all my friends are sittin' in their graves |
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All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' |
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But all my friends are sittin' in their graves |
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One day we'll all be ghosts |
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Trippin' around in someone else's home |
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One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts |
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Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts |
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One day we'll all be found |
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No longer lost, we're just hangin' around |
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One day we'll all be found, found, found, |
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Found, found, found |
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Ba-dap, ba-dap ba ba-da-da, |
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Ba-dap, ba-dap ba ba-da-da, |
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Ba-dap, ba-dap ba ba-da-da, |
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Ba-da |
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Ba-dap, ba-dap ba ba-da-da, |
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Ba-dap, ba-dap ba ba-da-da, |
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Ba-dap, ba-dap ba ba-da-da, |
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Ba-da |
