Tired of dust and dirt to clean
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This place once loved, now makes me sick
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I've got to get away
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I've passed the places of my youth
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Torn out pages from a well-read book
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I dream awhile - but I leave it anyway
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But I can still remember when
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I could still laugh and call you friend
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And only you -
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You used to talk so wild and free
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Now you can't remember what you used to be
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You've lost the will
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You could never be wrong
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No, you were never that strong
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Some are listening
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Some are doing
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Some are wasting away
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I am leaving
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Some cannot hear
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Some are waiting
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Most are writhing away
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Torn between the deep blue sea
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From a place on earth that appeals to me
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Hell I can't swim anyway
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But not for me but those I leave
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Think of them as dying leaves that may bloom again
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I'm leaving
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I AM LEAVING
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