The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
My friends aren't going anywhere
My friends all act so unaware
Now that they have to face
Their best plans have all gone up in flames
They're just looking for something to take
To break up the day to day and all its
Loneliness, vacant space
The tragedy of minimum wage
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
My friends are worried about last calls
And working jobs at shopping malls
Because they're in between
A mixed up pride and apathy
So tonight they'll talk of call in
Calling in with bitter grins
Laughing at the state they're in
What a mess, I'm just like them
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
So they're sleep walking their way through life
Sitting there and getting by
Like all the other friends of mine
Wishing for something more
Wishing for something more
All my friends always talk about
The stories of moving on and getting out
Then packing up and heading south
Their heads full of hopes and dreams
They're just like me
All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams They're just like me My friends aren't going anywhere My friends all act so unaware Now that they have to face Their best plans have all gone up in flames They're just looking for something to take To break up the day to day and all its Loneliness, vacant space The tragedy of minimum wage All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams They're just like me My friends are worried about last calls And working jobs at shopping malls Because they're in between A mixed up pride and apathy So tonight they'll talk of call in Calling in with bitter grins Laughing at the state they're in What a mess, I'm just like them All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams They're just like me So they're sleep walking their way through life Sitting there and getting by Like all the other friends of mine Wishing for something more Wishing for something more All my friends always talk about The stories of moving on and getting out Then packing up and heading south Their heads full of hopes and dreams They're just like me Explain Request ×
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