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Well, you hoot and you holler and you make me mad
and I've always been under your heel
Holy Christ what a lousy deal
now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
and I ain't gonna take it no more
oh no no - walkin' out that door
Burning my bridges, cutting my tie
once again I wanna look into the eye
being myself
counting my pride
no un-right neighbour's gonna take me for a ride
burning my bridges
moving at last
girl I'm leaving and I'm burying the past
gonna have peace now
you can be free
no one here will make a sucker out of me
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