Strangely enough, we'll miss that paradox:
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a red state represented by three blueish guys
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mentally prepared, but uncomfortably
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scared of moving on-
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whatever that means, it never made much sense to me
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We're leaving home where we've been shown
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familiar grounds and faces
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singing unforgotten tones
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we've bid farewell, we've packed our bags
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with friends and family held in heart,
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it sucks to know that we're finally leaving home
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And now it seems the future tendencies
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are composed of merely gatherings at weddings/funerals
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with whom we shared such precious moments
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there can't be a time
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to sacrifice from our busy, scheduled, shitty lives
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We're leaving home, our minds are blown
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and though everybody goes through this,
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that doesn't make it easier
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we've quit the jobs, we've cleared the banks
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not even our self-pity
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can quite compensate that we're finally leaving home
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We're really old, and kicking ass,
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and our stupid, idle, shrunken heads
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must pay the bills and kick some teeth
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and provide transportation throughly through
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these misogynistic lives
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it won't suffice to turn back
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from this road in front of us
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Leaving Home
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| Dingus |
