| All my friends always talk about
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| The stories of moving on and getting out
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| They’re packing up and heading south
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| Their heads full of hopes and dreams, 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 that 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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| They’re packing up and heading south
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| Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they’re just like me, 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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| They’re packing up and heading south
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| Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they’re just like me
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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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| They’re packing up and heading south
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| Their heads full of hopes and dreams
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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, 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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| They’re packing up and heading south
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| Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they’re just like me
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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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| They’re packing up and heading south
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| Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they’re just like
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| Heads full of hopes and dreams, they’re just like
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| Heads full of hopes and dreams, they’re just like me
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| Just like me, just like me, just like me
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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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| They’re packing up and heading south
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| Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they’re just like |