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I left the Boston shuffle,
Right before the market crashed,
Before my train left town,
My girl was sitting at a bus stop,
Waiting for an answer,
Waiting for her life to change,
And in the heat of the moment,
I lost my cool,
Confused with the games you play,
And though I know that you were lyin',
I was busy tryin',
Hard just to make you see,
What your doin to me,
So I'm not gonna to wait for you,

Ooooo...

Take back all your things,
I don't want to hear your grief,
I don't want to be the one to get it wrong,
So get back where you belong.

I met the Boston Shuffle,
When I was just a young boy,
I was only 17,
While all my friends called her bad news,
I had nothin to lose,
I was only so naive to think,
That I was somethin different,
betting all of my dreams on a capitol loss,
At a minimum cost,
Why cant you see
What your doin to me,
So I'm not gonna to wait for you,

Ooooo...

Take back all your things,
I don't want to hear your greif,
I don't want to be the one to get it wrong,
So get back where you belong.

Whatever happened,
For things to go wrong,
I could have loved you girl,
But every time you look at me,
Every time you look at me it's wrong.

Ooooo...

Take back all your things,
I don't want to hear your greif,
Take back all your things,
I don't want to hear your greif,
I don't want to be the one to get it wrong,
Now get back where you belong.

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