| What would they say
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| If we up and ran away
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| From the roaring crowds
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| And the worn out city faces
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| Would they carry on and on
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| When they found out we were gone
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| Or would they let us go
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| Would they tag along
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| Or would they know to
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| Leave us alone
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| We’d live in the country
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| Leave us alone
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| We’d make it just fine
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| Happy in a one room shack
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| And we’d not look back
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| Now would we
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| What would they do
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| If they found out we were through
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| With all the little lies
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| And the downtown aggravations
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| That we’d traded them away
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| For a quiet country day
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| That we had hoped to share
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| Would they try to find out
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| Where we were or
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| Leave us alone
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| We’d live in the country
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| Leave us alone
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| We’d make it just fine
|
| Happy in a one room shack
|
| And we’d not look back
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| Now would we
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| What would they say
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| If we up and ran away
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| Ran away |