All my friends always talk about
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The stories of moving on and getting out
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Then packing up and heading south
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Their heads full of hopes and dreams
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They’re just like me
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My friends aren’t going anywhere
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My friends all act so unaware
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Now they have to face
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Their best plans have all gone up in flames
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They’re just looking for something to take
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To break up the day to day and all it’s
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Loneliness, vacant space
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The tragedy of minimum wage
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All my friends always talk about
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The stories of moving on and getting out
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Then packing up and heading south
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Their heads full of hopes and dreams
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They’re just like me
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My friends are worried about last calls
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And working jobs at shopping malls
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Because they’re in between
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A mixed up pride and apathy
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So tonight they’ll talk of calling in
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Calling in with bitter grins
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Laughing at the state they’re in
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What a mess, I’m just like them
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All my friends always talk about
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The stories of moving on and getting out
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Then packing up and heading south
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Their heads full of hopes and dreams
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They’re just like me
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So they’re sleep walking their way through life
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Sitting there and getting by
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Like all the other friends of mine
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Wishing for something more
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Wishing for something more
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All my friends always talk about
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The stories of moving on and getting out
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Then packing up and heading south
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Their heads full of hopes and dreams
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They’re just like me
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The Upwards War And The Down Turned Cycle
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| Less Than Jake |
