| Free to live and free to die
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| I don’t see you giving either a try
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| Don’t think about what you left behind
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| You can keep it all in your mind
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| And it’ll be your own
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| You’re never too old to run away from home
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| You never know what you’ll find
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| Prison of choice wasn’t as designed
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| Let it be theirs, see if anyone cares
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| They forgot to tax your feet
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| Pick a direction, don’t admit defeat
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| You’re never too old to run away from home
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| There’ll always be another him or her
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| They only held you hostage where you were
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| Don’t let the question mark be too dark
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| You’re never too old to run away from home
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| We won’t call it love or hate
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| There’s so much you can’t tolerate
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| There’s no reason to live here anymore
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| It’s just something you can’t ignore
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| It’s the best tip I could put in your jar
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| These days a dollar won’t get you far |