I'll fly away tomorrow, won't even warn ya
and I'll send a big postcard, just to piss you off
I got my head set on California
Here I come

See, I got what you would call an obsession
it feels like I think sane
the limits of a small town
frustrating my brain,
might leave some roots there,
but my head's on the next plane
'cause my daddy always told me the way it was,
and my mama think she knows me, I know she doesn't
(ah ah ah)

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Here I come

Papa always tells me the way it was,
and my mama think she knows me, I know she doesn't
(ah ah ah)

But I got my head set on New York City
I'll fly away tomorrow, won't even miss me
and I'll get a big boyfriend, just to piss you off

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Here I come, here I come