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    I am waking up on a monday
    To catch the same old routine that my life has been getting used to
    Like i used to..

    Catch the bus at 8 o clock
    Or how i'd lie, and say i'd walk to it
    So i could see you, so we could make our way 'round town

    Where all the things we knew,
    Were old as hell, but hell we couldn't tell
    We couldn't tell a thing, when we were closer than we'd ever been
    And now the worst part
    Is telling you goodbye

    And all that i can do, is ask you
    Why'd you have to

    Go away
    And take my heart with you
    Well if you coulda stayed
    I'd have a lot to say

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    You are 16 years of age
    And clearly you are doing all the things
    That you had said
    Would never be a problem

    But the problem here is that
    The air you breathe is not the dixie kind
    That you grew up with
    In this southern town

    Where all the things we knew,
    Were old as hell, but hell we couldn't tell
    We couldn't tell a thing, when we were closer than we'd ever been
    And now the worst part
    Is telling you goodbye

    And all that i can do, is ask you
    Why'd you have to

    Go away
    And take my heart with you
    Well if you coulda stayed
    I'd have a lot to say

    To say that you are wrong
    To ditch this town, and move along
    And if you by chance hear this song
    Could you please, sing along?

    So that when you...

    Go away,
    And find yourself a new place
    To hang with all your new friends
    You won't say,
    That everyone's okay.

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    Composition: Drake Christopher

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