| Like a bird upon release
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| Through the atmosphere
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| Like a honking flock of geese
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| Winter drawing near
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| As the fabric comes unstitched
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| Hearts and minds and eyes bewitched
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| Standing watching for the smoke to clear
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| First chance I get I’m gone
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| Moses had his tablets yeah
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| Noah had his ark
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| 'N all I got’s a haystack needle
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| Stabbing in the dark
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| Anguished cries and old footfalls
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| Coming through these paper walls
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| Need some action, all you get is talk
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| First chance I get
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| I’m gone, I’m outta here
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| First chance I get
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| I’m gone, I’m outta here
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| Here’s one for the boys back home
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| Here’s one for your spokes
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| A little taste of victory
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| To send back to your folks
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| Here’s one for the fireside
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| The grinning groom, the blushing bride
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| Come and feast your eyes upon the hoax
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| First chance I get
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| I’m gone, I’m outta here
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| First chance I get
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| I’m gone, I’m outta here
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| Over Lake Superior
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| And the Arctic Sea
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| Through the dark interior
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| The stolen territory
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| I want it with cream on top
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| One more lifetime swallowed up
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| He’ll be back yeah, just you wait and see
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| First chance I get
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| I’m gone, I’m outta here
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| First chance I get
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| I’m gone, I’m outta here
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| First chance
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| First chance, I’m outta here
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| First chance
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| First chance, I’m out of here
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| It’s a long way back from where you are
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| It’s a long way back from where you are
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| It’s a long way back from where you are
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| It’s a long
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| It’s a long
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| It’s a long |