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Run away from all your boredom
Run away from all your whoredom and wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
All it takes is one decision
A lot of guts, a little vision to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
It’s a maze for rats to try
It’s a maze for rats to try
It’s a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
It’s a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Sick and tired of maggie’s farm
She’s a bitch with broken arms to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
It’s a maze for rats to try
It’s a maze for rats to try
It’s a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
It’s a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
It’s a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
It’s a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Burn away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
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