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I was cleaning out my kitchen
The morning after you had brought me the news
'Cause when I go I'll leave it nice and clean here
You don't have to worry 'bout a thing
I had my mind made up to stay here
But I can see through that I think I see through you
The things I've learned I'll try to take them with me
When I go they'll be like rocks in my bags
I am leaving for the plains my friend
And I won't come back again
There are limits to the love, friend
For all that life down here has given me
I guess there's people who would die to be here
But some, I guess, would also die to leave
I know I leave our plans behind me
Maybe it is unfair and selfish that I go
It depends on how you, choose to see it
Life is a line of choices we must make
I am leaving for the plains my friend
And I won't come back again
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