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Sometimes I wanna quit this all and become an accountant nowBut I'm no good at math and besides the dollar is downPlant palm trees on Lake Michigan before it gets coldI gotta feel the wind chill again before I get oldI wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungsBut I'm afraid that someone else will hear meYou can only blame your problems on the world for so longBefore it all becomes the same old songAs soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave this townAnd get new passports and get get get get get out nowAll the Yes men said 'no comment'My mouth got going the wrong way and all the calls started to roll inThe time my dad caught me a horse shoe crabAnd I asked him if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck backI wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungsBut I'm afraid that someone else will hear meYou can only blame your problems on the world for so longBefore it all becomes the same old songAs soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave this townAnd get new passports, get out nowTell that boy I'll leave you alone nowLike a stove, I'll turn my love downSupra and the prophet are both in the business of soulsI wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungsBut I'm afraid that someone else will hear meI wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungsBut I'm afraid that someone else will hear meYou can only blame your problems on the world for so longBefore it all becomes the same old songAs soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave this town(know we're gonna leave this town)And get new passports and get get get get get out,Get get get get get out now!by: Luka
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