| If there’s coffee in the pot, leave it
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| What about about this house we bought? |
| We don’t need it
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| I’m gonna tell you something, you’re not gonna believe it:
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| But, I’m tired of this city, tired of this town, gonna leave it
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| What about all our friends?
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| They won’t miss us
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| How will it all end?
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| Told her with my kisses
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| The blacktop and the wind, are gonna fix us;
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| And I’ll be your Man, Mama, if you’ll be my Missus
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| I’m gonna change my name, hide my face
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| Everbody knows us in this place;
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| You and me, Mama, without a trace
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| Well, I’ll hold the map, Honey, if you’ll steer;
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| Make like we were never here
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| You and me, Mama, gonna disappear
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| Don’t forget your coat; |
| it might get cold
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| Grab all the letters I wrote; |
| we’ll read 'em when we’re old
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| On the front door, leave a note, that says, it’s sold
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| Grab your dancin' shoes; |
| leave all the lies I’ve told
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| Don’t forget the rings, I bought for you hands
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| Bring your voice that sings, and your legs that dance
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| Leave behind the things that never stood a chance:
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| Like you Mother’s good china, and all our original plans
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| I’m gonna change my name, hide my face
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| Everbody knows us in this place;
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| You and me, Mama, without a trace
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| Well, I’ll hold the map, Honey, if you’ll steer;
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| Make like we were never here
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| You and me, Mama, gonna disappear
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| You and me, Mama, gonna disappear |