| My bags are packed, I guess its time for me to go.
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| I cant say where Im headed, cause I just dont know.
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| When I think of what Ill be losing,
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| Its hard to move along,
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| But its harder just to stay here,
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| Knowing that I dont belong.
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| Ill be in touch, dont worry, Ill be calling you.
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| Ive got no plans, Im not sure where Im going to.
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| Its hard to keep from crying,
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| After all that weve been through.
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| Ive taken everything I need,
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| Now all thats left belongs to you.
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| You take the photographs, the ones of you and me,
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| When we both posed and laughed to please the family.
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| Nobody noticed then we wanted to be free,
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| And now theres no more love,
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| Its just the property.
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| Its hard to keep from crying,
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| After all that weve been through.
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| Now that its all over, now that you and I are free,
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| Now theres nothing left except the bit of property.
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| Started off with nothing, started off just you and me,
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| Now that its all over you can keep the property.
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| And all the little gifts we thought wed throw away,
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| The useless souvenirs bought on a holiday.
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| We put them on a shelf, now theyre collecting dust.
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| We never needed them, but they outlasted us. |