| Three months ago Tom and Becky Jones had a fight
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| She left hi overnight
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| Then my next-door neighbor said his woman gave him fits
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| He up and called it quits
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| The couple down the block barely finished their house
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| I learned this mornin' he’s already moved out
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| I don’t like what’s goin' down
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| Spreadin' like fire all over this town
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| Up and gone has done caught on
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| How else do you explain
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| Leavin' seems to be the goin' thing
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| It’s the goin' thing
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| Now here I am on this front porch tryin' to understand
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| This letter in my hand
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| You left it sittin' on the table when you went for a walk
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| It said we need to talk
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| You can understand my concern
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| I’m thinkin' maybe it’s my turn
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| I don’t like what’s goin' down
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| Spreadin' like fire all over this town
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| Up and gone has done caught on
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| How else do you explain
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| Leavin' seems to be the goin' thing
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| It’s the goin' thing
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| I’m not the kind to overreact
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| But you can’t deny the cold hard facts
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| I don’t like what’s goin' down
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| Spreadin' like fire all over this town
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| Up and gone has done caught on |
| How else do you explain
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| Leavin' seems to be the goin' thing
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| It’s the goin' thing |