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Run away from all your boredom, run away from all your whoredom and wave your worries, your cares goodbye. All it takes is one decision. A lot of guts, a little vision to wave your worries, your cares goodbye. Its a maze for rats to try. Its a race for rats to die. Sick and tired of Maggie's farm, she's a witch with broken arms to wave your worries, your cares goodbye. Burn away. Run away.
Ive got the travelling bug. And its making me sick....I think I might scream. Theyre leaving me and its making me sick.