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"Christie Road" by Green Day Staring out of my window Watching the cars go rolling by My friends are gone. I've got nothing to do. So I sit here patiently. Watching the clock tick so slowly. Gotta get away or my brain will explode. Give me something to do to kill some time Take me to that place that I call home. Take away the strains of being lonely. Take me to the tracks at Christie Road. See the hills from above Standing on my beat up car The sun went down And the night fills that sky. Now I feel like me once again As the train comes rolling in Smoked my boredom gone Slapped my brains up so high Give me something to do to kill some time Take me to that place that I call home Take away the strains of being lonely Take me to the tracks at Christie Road. Mother, stay out of my way Of that place we go. We'll always seem to find a way To Christie Road Mother, stay out of my way Of that place we go We'll always seem to find a way To Christie Road If there's one thing that I needed That makes me feel complete So I go to Christie Road It's home It's home I'ts home

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