| I’ve thought of cutting my hair and moving away
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| But I always change my mind the very next day
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| I’ve thought of packing it in, jumping out the window
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| Gone with the wind, I wonder where I’d go
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| I’m gonna change up my room, and move my bed
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| Rather than posters I’ll have nothing instead
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| I’m gonna throw stuff away, but keep my guitars
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| Then maybe I won’t have to wonder where you are
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| You can find me under the table, I’m not coming out
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| I’ve had too many beers and I’ve got nothing to be happy about
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| You can find me under the table, I’m not coming out
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| I’ve had too many beers and I’ve got nothing to be happy about
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| I’ve thought of cutting my hair and moving away
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| But I always change my mind the very next day
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| I’ve thought of packing it in, jumping out the window
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| Gone with the wind, I wonder where I’d go
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| You can find me under the table, I’m not coming out
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| I’ve had too many beers and I’ve got nothing to be happy about
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| You can find me under the table, I’m not coming out
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| I’ve had too many beers and I’ve got nothing to be happy about
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| Uh-oh oh oh oh oh
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| Uh-oh oh oh oh oh
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| Uh-oh oh oh oh oh
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