All my friends always talk about

The stories of moving on and getting out

Then packing up and heading south

Their heads full of hopes and dreams

They’re just like me



My friends aren’t going anywhere

My friends all act so unaware

Now that they have to face

Their best plans have all gone up in flames



They’re just looking for something to take

To break up the day to day and all its

Loneliness, vacant space

The tragedy of minimum wage



All my friends always talk about

The stories of moving on and getting out

Then packing up and heading south

Their heads full of hopes and dreams

They’re just like me



My friends are worried about last calls

And working jobs at shopping malls

Because they’re in between

A mixed up pride and apathy

So tonight they’ll talk of call in

Calling in with bitter grins

Laughing at the state they’re in

What a mess, I’m just like them



All my friends always talk about

The stories of moving on and getting out

Then packing up and heading south

Their heads full of hopes and dreams

They’re just like me



So they’re sleep walking their way through life

Sitting there and getting by

Like all the other friends of mine

Wishing for something more

Wishing for something more



All my friends always talk about

The stories of moving on and getting out

Then packing up and heading south

Their heads full of hopes and dreams

They’re just like me


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