| Later on, we will walk to the door
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| Where am I, where am I gonna go?
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| Canada, we could go, some do
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| Don’t know how don’t know where don’t know why, don’t know when,
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| I know I gotta go real soon
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| Run, run, you little fawn in the red woods
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| You’re a harbinger to us, never seen anyone
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| Not at all, deer die in the winter
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| Some survive, they get by
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| Cross the street, get robbed in the winter
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| Jogging over, high
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| Thinking of going to Mexico
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| Down the tollway, to the two-lane
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| Through the big state, coffee holding
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| In the morning, barely glowing
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| Smell the sea air there, on the gulf shore
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| Later on we will walk through the door
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| Where am I, where am I gonna go?
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| Paraguay, we could go, some do
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| Don’t know how don’t know where don’t know why, don’t know when,
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| I know I gotta go real soon |