| Leaving the place i love
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| To me feels kind of rough what will i see
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| Lots of funny faces
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| In all kind of places lucky me
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| When we hit the road
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| It’s like the first boat of vikings when
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| Leaving for the new world
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| Seeing things so unheard of by then
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| The great wide open is something nice to head for
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| But when the sun’s about to rise
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| A certain mood’s taking hold of me
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| Thanks for all, this is nice, but it will never take the place of
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| My girl — my girl
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| Talking ‘bout my girl — my girl
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| People come along
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| Listening to the songs we hope will work
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| In the chorus lines
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| Everybody joins so loud it hurts
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| My ego’s standing tall
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| Feels i could never fall no way
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| Looking for a thrill
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| Drink on the booker’s bill, it’s time to play
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| The great wide open is something nice to head for
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| But when the sun’s about to rise
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| A certain mood’s taking hold of me
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| Thanks for all, this is nice, but it will never take the place of
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| My girl — my girl
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| Talking ‘bout my girl — my girl
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| There’s no discovery, i’ve been impatiently
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| Waiting to make when i left
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| Cause nothing’s as sweet as her smell and her weed
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| And the way she most loves me to death
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| My girl — my girl
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| Talking ‘bout my girl — my girl |