| I brought a guitar
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| I brought a handful of credit cards
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| I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit
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| That I’ll probably never use
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| I took 95
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| And then I transferred to the I-85
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| Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth
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| Then I drove through my backyard
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| Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I could never understand why people can’t begin again
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| It wouldn’t stop raining, we didn’t have our key
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| 'Till we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM
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| They said from LA to London there is no other place
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| I would rather live then here
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| We had to unpack things
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| Just to get to the mattress and box spring
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| Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home, a blue house with no cable
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| and with no telephone
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| Just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork
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| Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen
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| How people can’t appreciate it takes time to make something great
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| Yeah, I know I’m repeating myself here, yeah, I know I’m repeating myself again
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| Shake the shakes away
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| Shake the shakes away
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| If you’re going uphill at a very rapid speed, soon there’s nowhere to go but
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| down
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| So take the time to rise back up and up and up and up and up
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| Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I could never understand why people can’t begin again
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| Why people can’t appreciate it’s okay to do something great
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| Yeah, I know I’m repeating myself again and again and again |