Going, my boat's leaving today.
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Gonna get down to the water,
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gonna wash these blues away.
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Man this city's taken too much from me,
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gonna head out to the country,
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find a place where i can breathe.
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I've been working 9 to 5,
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trying to lead a gracious life,
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but my hard work only ever went to keeping me in strife.
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Gonna take another road.
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Gonna find myself some soul.
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Gonna do my best in every way,
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to pay attention as i go.
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Cash money,
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aint got no use for you.
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Unless you can buy me true love.
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And it's funny,
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how many time's they've proved,
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that the only true fortune you can save,
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is the truth.
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Slowly, time keeps slipping away.
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Leaves still change their colours,
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prophets lay still in their graves.
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Erasing all our liberties.
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Gonna take this axe, apply it,
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chop injustice at its knees.
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The fundamental laws,
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of suffering and of its cause,
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man they lay in being human.
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Everybody has their flaws.
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What if we could overcome,
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insecurity for love ?
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fear for empathy ?
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education in place of push and shove ?
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Cash Money
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