Why don't you write your mother Why don't you call your family They're expecting an answer Spare them your strange behavior What of your expectations Weren't you going to show us all Some new kind of dancer This season's singing savior
I'm too far gone, and it's no use pretending I could ever forget what I done I'm already too far gone, I got no bridges left to burn It's better to keep moving on It's such a long way down, too far to fall Too much trouble to turn back around
Think of your friends and neighbors Suffering through your lamest years You must owe them something Come now, you must remember Haven't you finished playing Get down to business soon Because your lean years are coming June now, but come december
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