| It’s a big town to walk across
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| There are-holes in your shoes
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| You can feel the mean streets stretching out
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| You’re going down
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| With a bad case of the blues
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| You ask for some assistance
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| All you get is a loan
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| And advice to show initiative
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| Get on your bike
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| Gather your things and go
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| Out on your own
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| Out on your own
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| Sixteen years old
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| Nothing for you here
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| But out there is a brave new world
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| Be bold
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| Gather your things and go
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| The wind finally sets you down
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| No time to find your feet
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| The price of bread is still going up
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| You’ve got a room
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| That you can’t afford to heat
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| You ask for some assistance
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| All you get is a loan
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| Then a letter saying this ain’t your home
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| Your eight weeks are up
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| Gather your things and go
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| Out on your own
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| Out on your own
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| Sixteen years old
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| Never broke the law
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| You get treated like some criminal
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| Hounded down the road
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| Told to gather your things and go
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| You ask for some assistance
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| All you get is a loan
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| You already owe a fortune
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| And you’ll never pay it back
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| So you gather your things and go
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| Out on your own
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| Out on your own
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| Sixteen years old
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| Youth is no defence
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| You’re messing up the statistics
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| Don’t bother to say hello
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| Just gather your things and go |