| Well sometimes I feel so strange
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| That I just need to get out
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| And I hate to feel this way
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| 'Cause I’m always leaving town
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| He got older, and he was a teenager now
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| He was a rock n' roll guy; |
| he sang and sang
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| He pretended one of the furniture was a microphone
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| He spilled all the things. |
| But he didn’t get in trouble
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| Because he didn’t mean to
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| And while he did that, she was talking on the telephone and telling what she
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| sang to him when he was a little boy
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| She sang…
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| Well sometimes I feel so strange
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| That I just need to get out
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| And I hate to feel this way
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| 'Cause I’m always leaving town
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| Yeah I’m tired of feeling like
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| There’s no place for me in my own life
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| Yeah I’m tired of being told
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| That what’s best for me is to get old
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| Oh I look back on those days
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| When I was endlessly free
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| No it wasn’t just a phase
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| It is where I ought to be
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| Yeah I’m tired of feeling like
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| There’s no place for me in my own life
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| Yeah I’m tired of being told
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| That what’s best for me is to get old |