Departures are so hard
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You claim
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Packing up your things
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Your necklaces and rings
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Your darvidan and morphine
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You can't believe the actor
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Smacked her
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Gave her a black eye
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There's something in a western winter
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Where it's easier to say
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Goodbye, Goodbye
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These yellow lights
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are turning red (turning red)
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You starve your heart
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You starve your head
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And when it's over
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You go back to bed
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I don't want a job
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I don't want to go to school
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I don't want a job
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I've got more important things to do
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You keep in touch with old friends
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I keep in touch with you
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Your begging me to make
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Every little word count
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I don't now but I used to
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You still do drugs
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I still play games
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You prefer not knowing I call you names
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In flights of fancy
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Grandeur and fame
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Goodbye goodbye
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These yellow lights
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are turning red (turning red)
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You starve your heart
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You starve your head
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And when it's over
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You go back to bed
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I don't want a job
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I don't want to go to school
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I don't want a job
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I've got more important things to do
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Wake up to the thought of you
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It's December, remember
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How cold it was in my garage
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You sat with your legs crossed
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and your heart lost
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mine lost in losing you
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Street lights like a christmas tree
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But the fires aren't burning
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Cuz it's 80 degrees
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and I'd like to have you alone
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In my favorite cologne
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With the air on your hair
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and we're still getting stoned
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It's a shame the games we play
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But I like it that way
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These yellow lights
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are turning red (turning red)
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You starve your heart
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You starve your head
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And when it's over
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You go back to bed
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I don't want a job
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I don't want to go to school
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I don't want a job
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I've got more important things to do
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More important things to do
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Than you
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I Don't Want A Job
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Something Corporate |