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You got expelled for smoking pot
near the music room
You used to play your drum so loud
You're painting house now
You're keeping items in like a cage
with a blanket of snow
you got a couple DUIs
Now you're hitch hiking under grey skies
Ooooohhh oo ooooh
oooo oooooh
Mom says, dad says,
"Can't you be more like your bother?"
You're mind grows darker
You run run run run
run away
back into the woods
You've got your snacks you've got you're tent
And your sleeping bag
You use your compass to find out
Where you're sleeping out
The stream is rushing by your toes
Fishing for trout
catching minnows
oooooooh
Mom says, Dad says
"Can't you be more like your brother?"
You're mind grows darker
You run run run run
you run away
back into the woods
You don't need them anyway Mom says, Dad says
"Can't you be more like your brother?"
You're mind grows darker
You run run run run
you run away
back into the woods