| You think maybe we oughta get away
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| You say that maybe we should make a break
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| And head for the hills
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| With our rifles and our canteens
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| You say that maybe we should disappear
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| You say there’s just too much trouble here
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| There’s too much to fear
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| Oh, there’s too much that can go wrong
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| Don’t you worry
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| We will work it out
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| There is nothing that
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| Can tear us down
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| And the dangers that
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| Lie ahead
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| We’ll face them down
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| Let’s stick around
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| You fret too much about everything
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| Sometimes you just gotta let it be
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| And dig the ride
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| It’s a fun ride
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| Most of the time
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| So take your worries and all your woes
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| And put 'em down, please let them go
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| And just dig the ride
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| It’s alright
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| Most of the time
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| Don’t you worry
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| We will work it out
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| There is nothing that
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| Can tear us down
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| And the dangers that
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| Lie ahead
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| We’ll face them down
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| Let’s stick around
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| I know it’s difficult
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| I know it’s hard to let things go
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| I know it’s troublesome
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| But I want you to know
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| Oh I want to let you know
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| Yes I want to let you know
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| Don’t you worry
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| We will work it out
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| There is nothing that
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| Can tear us down
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| And the dangers that
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| Lie ahead
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| We’ll face them down
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| Let’s stick around |