Don’t tell your mother that we’re leavin’ her
Don’t tell your father we may never return
And kiss your little sister while she sleeps
Don’t think I’ll tell mine she’ll never let us leave

I’ll tell those [bad word] that I work for to go to [bad word] All the people thought they knew me so very well
Josephine
I don’t love her anymore…

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We’ll leave our things behind for friends and family
We’ll roam like gypsies along shores of silent seas
There’ll be no reason to be frightened or sad
There’ll be no wishin’ for things we never had

You’ll tell those [bad word] that you work for to go to [bad word] All the people you thought you knew so very well
And Josephine
I don’t love her anymore

Anymore
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