J. Rodriguez.
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Packed up the last box
Locked up the door just drive me away
The porch lights fading fast within the rearview
But I’m not looking back afraid of what I’ll see
Cause moving on means something’s left
Behind
This time I’m not coming back
I’m gone
Yeah I’m not coming back
I’m moving out I’m moving on
Signed off the papers
But it keeps coming back like it was yesterday
Is yesterday that far away?
I’ll work to kill time
But 7 days a week has worn me down
I have to leave this town
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh…
This time I’m not coming back
I’m gone
Yeah I’m not coming back
I’m moving out I’m moving on
This time I’m not coming back
I’m gone
Yeah I’m not coming back
I’m moving out I’m moving on
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