I Gotta Get Away

Every word you said to me
Add em up divide by three
Don't leave no possibility
I gotta get away

Everything we done before
Don't seem to matter much no more
I sit and contemplate the door
It's time to get away

Bring a stick it's almost dead
Stayed in the house but left my bed
We'll meet up when the kids need fed
Until I have gone away

Don't seem to matter how I feel what you do
What do you do?
The chains that's holdin me down
Are still held by you
What should I do?

Well I should pack my suitcase full
And find a life more meaningful
And then we'll find just who's the fool
Once I have gone away

Everything we had back then
I guess'll remain "remember when"
'Cause I must get some oxygen
I gotta get away!



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory B Hoenstine
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