| I got so sick and tired of the city
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| Of stepping in dog shit
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| and girls that dress too pretty
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| Of parking my car in a tow-away zone
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| I got this idea to live alone
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| I ditched the rat race with a smile on my face
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| I poked around 'til I found just the right place
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| Now when people get nosey and they stumble my way
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| I got something that is simple to say
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get outta my cave!
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| I don’t get out too much but I still got quite a few friends
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| They visit me once and a while and that’s where it ends
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| And if they like it too much and start begging to stay
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| I know exactly what I’m going to say
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get out!
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| Now people don’t get to ask me
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| why I let my hair grow so long
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| And people don’t get to tell me
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| that I don’t know right from wrong
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| But I got my own world and I’m going to live in it
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| It’s not an easy life but I don’t regret a single minute
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| I’ll stay here in the cool darkness to my dying day
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| And if you think I’m crazy, here’s what I have to say
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get out!
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| Get outta my cave!
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| Get out, get outta my cave! |