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Don't tell your mother that we're leaving her |
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Don't tell your father we may never return |
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And kiss your little sister while she sleeps |
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Don't think i'll tell mine, she'll never let us sneak |
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I'll tell those ****ers that I work for to go to hell |
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All the people thought they knew me so very well |
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Josephine, don't love her anymore |
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Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore |
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We'll leave our things behind for friends and family |
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We'll move like gypsies along shores of silent sea |
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They'll be no reason to be frightened or sad |
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They'll be no wishing for the things we never had |
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You'll tell those ****ers that you work for to go to hell |
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All the people we thought you knew so very well |
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Josephine, don't love her anymore |
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Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore |
