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Connells The Old School Dropouts

So we left New York and the sun shone down. When we landed here there were clouds upon the ground. And they checked our bags, and they checked our gear

And yeah I believed him when he said he'd seen you out, and some other thing about calling it even, and the way our bridges burned, and the things we

Head out. I'm heading out. I'll see you there across the waves of steel. Head out. I'm heading out. I'll see you there across the rusted fields. Out

There's a painting of Washington, and he's standing in a rowboat, and he's crossing the Delaware, and he wants to see somebody. How can you believe

swore I'd never be The view from there is something everyone should see So I'm a dead beat baby, I'll make a dead beat dad I'm an old school dropout