| I left the Boston shuffle,
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| Right before the market crashed,
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| Before my train left town,
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| My girl was sitting at a bus stop,
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| Waiting for an answer,
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| Waiting for her life to change,
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| And in the heat of the moment,
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| I lost my cool,
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| Confused with the games you play,
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| And though I know that you were lyin',
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| I was busy tryin',
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| Hard just to make you see,
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| What your doin to me,
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| So I’m not gonna to wait for you,
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| Ooooo…
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| Take back all your things,
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| I don’t want to hear your grief,
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| I don’t want to be the one to get it wrong,
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| So get back where you belong.
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| I met the Boston Shuffle,
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| When I was just a young boy,
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| I was only 17,
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| While all my friends called her bad news,
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| I had nothin to lose,
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| I was only so naive to think,
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| That I was somethin different,
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| betting all of my dreams on a capitol loss,
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| At a minimum cost,
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| Why cant you see
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| What your doin to me,
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| So I’m not gonna to wait for you,
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| Ooooo…
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| Take back all your things,
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| I don’t want to hear your greif,
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| I don’t want to be the one to get it wrong,
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| So get back where you belong.
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| Whatever happened,
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| For things to go wrong,
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| I could have loved you girl,
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| But every time you look at me,
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| Every time you look at me it’s wrong.
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| Ooooo…
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| Take back all your things,
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| I don’t want to hear your greif,
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| Take back all your things,
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| I don’t want to hear your greif,
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| I don’t want to be the one to get it wrong,
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| Now get back where you belong. |