Baaaa, ba dup ba
(x4)
4 white doors bags have been packed
And we are, taking the words from our mouthes
This is another awning
This is another porch
Its not a summer cottage
Its not a winter home
So what are doing, miles from where we should be
You dont know where your going
Can't you admit that to me
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