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Going back to simple livin' |
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Going back to whatever I was before |
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Gonna play some ball, some music |
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Ain't gonna rush no more- |
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'Cause I'm fond of the fun that I now lack; |
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I'm going back. |
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Why should I become a servant |
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Doin' work that I never did like no how. |
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This is a dream that someone else had, |
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I never dreamed 'til now. |
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And I'm scheming to get what I now lack... |
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I'm going back |
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Where love was made outdoors |
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And the summer time was fruitful |
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Gonna sell my car, and ride a horse |
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And leave the crowds, I knew it full well... |
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Going back to simple livin' |
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Going back to whatever I was before |
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Gonna play some ball, some music |
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Ain't gonna rush no more |
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No, I ain't gonna rush no more. |
