| Patient anticipation
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| Up till now I’ve been hurry up and waiting
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| At a bus stop in independence, licking an ice cream cone
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| I’ve been kicking I’ve been scheming
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| This is as close as I’ve ever been to leaving
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| Five blocks away, a stone’s throw from home
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| But I’m as good as gone
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| I gotta get gone, gone, gone
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| Shooting like a gun, a gun, a gun
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| Skipping like a stone, stone, stone
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| Far as I can run to where freedom is free
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| There’s a road like a long gray ribbon far as I can see
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| And it’s pulling independence out of me
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| Emancipation or paper chasing
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| Leaving with question marks and Momma’s blessing
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| Put her picture in my pocket along with her rosary
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| Some say I’m crazy, a little loco
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| And most of my friends will live and die in this zip code
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| It might be for me but until I go
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| How am I ever supposed to know?
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| I gotta get gone, gone, gone
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| Shooting like a gun, a gun, a gun
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| Skipping like a stone, stone, stone
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| Far as I can run to where freedom is free
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| There’s a road like a long gray ribbon far as I can see
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| I’m busting out of independence
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| Independence’s busting out of me
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| I’m busting out of independence
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| Independence’s busting out of me
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| I gotta get gone, gone, gone
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| Shooting like a gun, a gun, a gun
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| Skipping like a stone, stone, stone
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| Far as I can run to where freedom is free
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| There’s a road like a long gray ribbon far as I can see
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| There’s a road like a long gray ribbon far as I can see
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| Independence |