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I gotta go But it won't be so I won't be back again I gotta leave But I don't believe We won't be back again No no no no Everything's inside another No no no no no, alright yeah I gotta walk But I'm gonna put my fork Next to your spoon I gotta split It's a quaint Old-fashioned way to leave the room, the room Smell them burning leaves Everyone beside another No no no no no, alright yeah Whatever you pray to That's where you belong I'm gonna get mine someday I'm gonna get mine I gotta laugh But there's half Of me that wants to sit and cry I gotta split It's a quaint Old-fashioned way to say goodbye, goodbye What's your mother for? Not a launchpad for your father No no no no no, alright yeah Alright yeah Alright...yeah