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Boys, now the times are changing |
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The going could get rough |
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Boys, would that ever cross your mind |
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Boys, are you contemplating |
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Moving out somewhere |
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Boys, will you ever find the time? |
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Here we are stranded |
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Somehow it seems the same, beware. |
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Here comes the quiet life again? |
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Boys, now the country's only miles away from here |
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Boys, do you recognise the signs? |
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Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks |
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Boys, it's too late to wonder why |
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Here we are stranded |
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Somehow it seems the same, beware. |
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Here comes the quiet life again? |
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As you turn to leave |
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Never looking back |
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Will you think of me? |
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Will you ever, could it ever stop? |
