| When I get out of Aberdeen one of these days
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| Trade in the truck and these fields of green for a ticket on the airways
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| I’ve seen pictures in magazines of skyscrapers and light displays
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| And all that I can think about is getting away, today
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| Every dollar I have saved
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| Every winter I have braved
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| Every road that I have paved
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| Leads to somewhere
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| Never was there any doubt
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| I would make my way out
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| I want to know what life’s all about
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| And I will get there
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| Like clockwork the sun rises on this farm
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| Brightens the hills and wakes the trees, this town has its charm
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| But when you see it day in and day out for over twenty years
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| What once was a choice becomes obvious, now it’s clear
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| I gotta go yeah
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| Every dollar I have saved
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| Every winter I have braved
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| Every road that I have paved
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| Leads to somewhere
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| Never was there any doubt
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| I would make my way out
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| I want to know what life’s all about
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| And I will get there
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| When I get out of Aberdeen one of these days
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| I’m not quite sure which way I’ll lean
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| But it won’t matter anyway
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| And I’ll never forget about you
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| We’ll meet again someday
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| But all I know is I can’t stay here
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| Every dollar I have saved
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| Every winter I have braved
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| Every road that I have paved
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| Leads to somewhere
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| Never was there any doubt
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| I would make my way out
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| I want to know what life’s all about
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| And I will get there |