Pulling strings across the country
Unraveling a year or two
If we could reach across the state lines
Well then we wouldn't have to
I pack my box to cross the state lines
I lift my eyes to the empty room
I pack my bags to cross the country
I lift my head to say adieu
My ball of yarn is getting small now
There's not much left to pull away
What will I do, when it's all gone now?
I guess I'll just have to stay
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