| We weren’t meant to get out of Jersey
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| Two stops past the parkway
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| And that old cemetery
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| We weren’t born to grow in a hurry
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| But it rained hard in the garden state
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| And we shot up like weeds
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| Walking out of that red brick house
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| Yeah I could hear it screaming
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| «Please don’t leave»
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| Like «Hey, where you goin'?
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| Don’t you want to talk about it
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| Before you walk away?»
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| Like «Hey, where you goin'?
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| When there’s still
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| So much left to say»
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| Hollywood’s a lot like the Bible
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| Both take faith and if you want grace
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| Then you gotta believe
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| Holding on was always a battle
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| Even the father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
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| Don’t always agree
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| There was always room for one of us
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| But not enough for three
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| So who its gonna be?
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| Saying «Hey, where you goin'?
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| Don’t you want to talk about it
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| Before you walk away»
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| Like «Hey, where you goin'? |
| (where you goin'?)
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| When there’s still
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| So much left to say»
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| To each other
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| If we’re broken
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| Rather be honest than unspoken
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| Words they can hurt but
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| What could be worse
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| Than that final curtain come down
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| Like hey, where you goin'?
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| Don’t you want to talk about it
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| Before you walk away
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| Like hey, where you goin'?
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| When there’s still
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| So much left
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| Still so much left
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| Still so much left to say |