If this keeps up I really might
Be forced to leave this place
'Coz when it comes down to my own pride
I'm always saving face
So I'll get my clothes and belongings
Into one tiny little suitcase
But all the things that I might bring
Won't help me win your race
I've got my shirts I've got my pants
Guess I'm really gonna leave
I can't understand it myself
I really cannot see
So I'll get my clothes and belongings
Into one tiny little suitcase
But all the things that I might bring
Won't help me win your race
You could fit it all in a wheelbarrow
And have room enough for two
If I could just find someone to push
I'd bring my suitcase me and you
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