| So long, I gotta' be gone, and I hope you don’t mind
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| if it’s the sooner the better
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| it’s nothing you said, or nothing you’ve done, i’ll give you a call
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| or write you a letter
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| I got my bags and my money too
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| I got to go, and if it’s all right with you
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| don’t try to tell me I’m wrong, for I couldn’t belong to something
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| I couldn’t believe in
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| Ain’t no turning back, the thoughts of a lifetime
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| with the sun on your shoulders and the wind in your face
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| ain’t no turning back when you find you’re a stranger
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| and the old familiar things take second place
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| Maybe inside, I’m trying to hide, the doubt in my mind
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| I won’t ever make it
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| maybe I’m right or maybe I’m wrong, it’s only a thought,
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| there’s nothing to shake it
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| I got my bags and my money too
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| I got to go, and if it’s all right with you
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| don’t try to tell me I’m wrong, for I couldn’t belong to something
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| I couldn’t believe in
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| Ain’t no turning back, the thoughts of a lifetime
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| with the sun on your shoulders and the wind in your face
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| ain’t no turning back when you find you’re a stranger
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| and the old familiar things take second place. |