| Boys, now the times are changing, the going could get rough
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| Boys, would that ever cross your mind?
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| Boys, are you contemplating 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 recognize the signs?
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| Boys, when these 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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| Now as you turn to leave, never looking back
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| Will you think of me?
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| If you ever, could it ever stop?
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| Oh, the quiet life
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| Oh, the quiet life
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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 |