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You should get out more come down off your mountain |
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You should get out and see the world |
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Pack up your suitcase and leave as soon as you can |
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From here to the city is one long highway |
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And the cars are backed up for miles |
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Leave your ego at home it can't buy you nothing |
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At least where love bids you to feed |
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Catch yourself a meal at the birthplace of soul |
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Though it may take a while to receive |
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The jellyroll baker he's such a troublemaker |
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He may ask you to pay in advance |
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So spare us the sermon |
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Rollup your sleeves |
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Let your life speak through your deeds |
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You should get out more come down off your mountain |
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You should get out and see the world |
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Pack up your suitcase and leave as soon as you can |
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Love is a fortune it cannot be saved |
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Love must be given away |
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So spare us the sermon |
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Rollup your sleeves |
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Let your life speak through your deeds (repeat) |
