| I’m going back to my school
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| I’m going back to my old school
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| 'Cause to tell you the truth
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| Move this old fool
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| I’m going back to my suit
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| I’m going back to my old suit
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| Though I’m somewhat dismayed
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| 'Cause the cuffs they are frayed
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| Still it’s my best suit
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| And I woke with a start
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| And remembered in part
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| A dream that I’d chased
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| That I’ve since laid to waste
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| Has the love that I’d craved
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| Somehow got mislaid along the way?
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| Am I still okay?
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| I’m running away with myself
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| Am I still okay?
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| I’m running away with myself
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| I’m going back to my youth
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| I’m going back to my wild youth
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| Though our trousers were wide
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| We had soul, we had side
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| Ain’t I the living proof?
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| I’m going back to my roots
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| I’m going back to my grass roots
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| 'Cause it’s time to re-group
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| Before spring-heeled we’ll shoot on the good foot
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| And I woke with a start
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| And remembered in part
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| A dream that I had back when I was a lad
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| And the key that I los
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| To my memory box that got locked away
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| Am I still okay?
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| I’m running away with myself
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| Am I still okay?
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| I’m running away with myself |