| Think ahead before you open your mouth
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| I might be thinking it through.
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| Gonna pack my things and catch a train headed South.
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| Or step right out of my car, into the
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| Rain drippin’down my fingers,
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| Into my eyes, you won’t see me cryin’but,
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| What will you do when I am gone.
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| I creep slowly out of my bed,
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| Take one final look at you.
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| To empty out all those sweet memories from my head.
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| How did I ever end up playing your fool but,
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| what will you do when I am gone.
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| I creep slowly out of my bed,
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| Take one final look at you.
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| To empty out all those sweet memories from my head.
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| How did I ever end up playing your fool but
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| I’m on a train bound for glory,
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| Goin’klickity klack klickity klack
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| Away from you but
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| What will you do, when I am gone?
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| How the hell you ever get to be so damn cool?
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| Suck down my money and throw my love away.
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| How the hell did you ever get to be so damn slick?
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| You’ll come slidin’slidin’down some day but,
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| I’m on a train bound for glory.
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| Goin’klickity klack klickity klack
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| Away from you but,
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| What will you do when I am gone? |