| Sunlight goes down, as you pack up your things
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| Feelings amount, we can work out the kinks
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| Your eyes on fire, as you drag him towards the door
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| Your bags so heavy, leavin marks across the floor
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| I guess, I win, Goodbye Again
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| Go spread the news, Oh and don’t forget your shoes
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| It’s going to be a long walk
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| And you know what you could lose
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| Oh, when you’ve got mountains to move
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| I suppose you can’t leave the mark of all your saints
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| You aim too high, and I’m just trying to keep it straight
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| Worse times are coming and I don’t have to tell you
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| Times are already hard
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| Good luck out there getting where you think you’re heading for
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| I guess, I win, Goodbye Again
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| Go spread the news
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| Oh and don’t forget your shoes
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| It’s going to be a long walk
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| And you know what you could lose
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| Oh, when you’ve got mountains to move
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| And oh, once I was a fool
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| Who would brush all my fears aside
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| There was nothing, I wouldn’t do
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| But now, I really seen the world on the surface
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| Just, doesn’t show you what it hides
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| Oh, no, no
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| I guess, I win, Goodbye Again
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| Go spread the news
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| Oh and don’t forget your shoes
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| Cuz it’s going to be a long walk
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| And you know what you could lose
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| Oh, and when you’ve got mountains |