C  
Run away from all your boredom, run away from all your whoredom  
All it takes is one decision, a lot of guts a little vision  
Sick and tired of Maggie's farm, she's a bitch with broken arms  
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And wave your worries and cares goodbye 
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It's a maze for rats to try, it's a maze for rats to try 
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It's a race, a race for rats, a race for rats to die 
Run away