| A little baby face it seems
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| Can get you all your dreams
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| And not what you say
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| I can’t afford to leave this town
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| But if I stick around
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| It’ll be my death bed
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| I know I oughta go somewhere
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| I’m not sure why
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| But I thought of Scotland
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| It makes no sense to stay at home
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| When all your enemies
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| Are in positions better that you
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| And nothing you do seems right
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| Hanging on for somebody new
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| Is that what sounds good to you?
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| I had a chance to make my way
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| So I tried not to stay too long with boredom
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| For reasons that I can’t explain
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| I made my own mistakes
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| I counted all them
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| I know I oughta go somewhere
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| I’m not sure why
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| But I thought of Scotland
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| It makes no sense to stay at home
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| When all your enemies
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| Are in positions better that you
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| And nothing you do seems right
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| Hanging on for somebody new
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| Is that what sounds good to you?
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| This town
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| Positions better than you (positions better than you)
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| And nothing you do seems right
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| Hanging on for somebody new
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| And is that what sounds good to you?
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| This time |