One last drive through the suburbs,
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You feel ready to leave the ground.
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You've got your records packed away in boxes,
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But you don't really know what it means to leave.
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Move out on your own,
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You're finally in control.
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Now you're on your own,
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Just watch it all unfold.
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Turning onto the freeway,
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You can't remember why you want to leave.
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You're holding onto pictures of your friends,
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But you don't want to stay around here anymore.
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Move out on your own,
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Though your future is unknown.
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Sailing under your own power,
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Now your life is yours.
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Move Out
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