| You say you want to change
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| But you don’t want to change
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| You say that it was living in the city
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| Made you do those stupid ass things
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| Now the country air is clean
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| And the living is right
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| Anytime you want to leave
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| Momma that’s all right
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| To see New England in the Fall
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| We took the Holland Tunnel
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| Intent to make the journey to the centre
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| Of the heart of what’s the matter with you
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| To take the waters on the mountain
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| We didn’t budget for the downturn
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| And now the well is running dry
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| Momma that’s all right
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| Loving you is hard enough
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| Leaving just more of the same
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| Anytime I get me far enough
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| Your gravity kicks in again
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| Till I’m your lonely satellite
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| Hey Momma that’s all right
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| So now you say you want to live
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| Out on Martha’s Vineyard
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| You say we’ll get a little plot of land and
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| Build our own damn French farmhouse
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| There’s no depression in France
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| They’re too busy with the romance
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| And it’s a starry starry night
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| If Momma that’s all right
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| Loving you is hard enough
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| Leaving just more of the same
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| Anytime I get me far enough
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| I come tumbling down again
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| Till I’m your lonely satellite
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| Hey Momma that’s all right
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| To see New England in the Fall
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| And watch the colours turn to gold
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| And then to put the cause of the condition
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| In the rear view and then to let it go
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| Rented Bonneville sedan
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| Road map in my hand
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| No resolution in sight
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| Momma that’s all right
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| Loving you is hard enough
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| Leaving just more of the same
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| Anytime I get me far enough
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| I just come tumbling down again
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| I’m just your lonely satellite
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| Momma that’s all right
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| That’s all right
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| That’s all right |