| Put on your old brown shoes
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| Right on your feet
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| Time to move on, get away
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| You know you paid your dues
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| Did all you could
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| Time to move on, no more to say
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| You and me, we’re helpless can’t you see
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| We’ve got to get away, get away
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| Got to move on, 'til the madness around is gone
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| And the rest of our lives we’ll be free
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| Kick out the morning blues
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| Who needs a job
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| Who needs pain and oppression
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| You know it can’t be beat
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| Stand on your own two feet
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| Goodbye rain and depression
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| You and me, we’re helpless can’t you see
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| We’ve got to get away, get away
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| Got to move on, catch the next train
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| And we’ll be gone
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| And the rest of our lives we’ll be free
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| Get your blue jeans right on babe
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| Get your blue jeans right on babe
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| You know a friend is a friend
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| You don’t leave him in trouble
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| He got a little drunk so now he’s seeing double
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| Don’t you see him there yeah lying in the rubble
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| But you have to lend a hand
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| 'cause you know he’s on the level
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| You and me, we’re helpless can’t you see
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| We’ve got to get away, get away
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| Got to move on, catch the next train
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| And we’ll be gone
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| And the rest of our lives we’ll be free |