Strange Fluffy Cows

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Getting out of here
All I really wanna do: away from you
 
I'm tired of all your questions
where have you been, where did you go?
I've seen enough of you
I'm getting out of here
 
A toothbrush and a suitcase
that's all I'm gonna take
bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
 
I'm fed up with your girlfriends
I'd like to throw a bomb
right in the middle of
your monthly gettogether
 
It's all I really want to do: away from you
 
You always patronize me
I feel I've been burried alive
There's no more air in there
I'm getting out of here
 
God knows where I'm going to
away from you
 
I've never packed my suitcase on my own
I've always been afraid to be alone
but I feel that today
it's time to get away
 
God knows where I'm going to...
(God knows too)