| Get up, come on
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| Don’t get stuck
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| Get up, get up
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| I got a good fan, a valuable lady
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| And we used to live close, then she moved away yeah
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| She was having a sea change, then she met a man
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| With working hands and a bitter can
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| What can you do? |
| You give 'em your blessings and give a damn
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| Well hold up, a couple months later
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| It turns out her man is something of a hater
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| So far away from us was an emotional cripple sounding dangerous
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| Well I said «Get out» and she said «Hold on»
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| And the tone went dead on the telephone, c’mon
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| Get up, get up
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| (Pack up your bags and move on)
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| Get up, get up
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| (Don't let this madness go on)
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| Get up, get up
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| (Pack up them bags and move on)
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| Get up, get up
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| (Don't let this madness go on)
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| He was a young man out to get what he could man
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| A prodigal son who would never let anyone inside his head
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| Never the less he’d captured this girl
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| With a head full of dreams under her curls
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| She’d changed his world but couldn’t sustain it
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| Complicated that was his life it seems
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| He wasn’t all bad, he dreamt of a fam
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| He never had anything to do with his dad
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| Quick to get mad and raise up his fists
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| And fuck with the things he treasured the most
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| Treating his girl like property
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| Never been taught how to love properly
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| Jealously burning his brain
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| A poisonous venom, aggression, he’s making no sense
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| Preventing her leaving and seeing her friends
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| Telling her things that sounded like threats
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| No one could guess why she was with him
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| Tomorrow he’s gonna be different, is he?
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| He gets you down
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| He gets you down
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| Just look around, I know it
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| Always seems so hard to get out |