Gone with the Wind

I’ve thought of cutting my hair and moving away
But I always change my mind the very next day
I’ve thought of packing it in, jumping out the window
Gone with the wind, I wonder where I’d go
I’m gonna change up my room, and move my bed
Rather than posters I’ll have nothing instead
I’m gonna throw stuff away, but keep my guitars
Then maybe I won’t have to wonder where you are
You can find me under the table, I’m not coming out
I’ve had too many beers and I’ve got nothing to be happy about
You can find me under the table, I’m not coming out
I’ve had too many beers and I’ve got nothing to be happy about
I’ve thought of cutting my hair and moving away
But I always change my mind the very next day
I’ve thought of packing it in, jumping out the window
Gone with the wind, I wonder where I’d go
You can find me under the table, I’m not coming out
I’ve had too many beers and I’ve got nothing to be happy about
You can find me under the table, I’m not coming out
I’ve had too many beers and I’ve got nothing to be happy about
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