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So long East Bay and the Golden Gate If only I could stay but I'm heading south of Hell Where my flesh is boiling and soon will melt To the earth I slowly spill and flow downhill But can anybody tell me what will happen When I leave this all behind Now the only place to go is back to Orlando G's up, ho's down when I come around I feel like a stranger in my own town I moved out and they moved on Now tell me where have all the homeboys gone The birds of my feather grew up for the better, I hope But can anybody tell me what will happen If I can't cope with being left behind Now the only place to go is back to Orlando If you could see me now I'd be the talk of the town Fired up while you're burning down Fading away without a sound If you could see me now You'd crack a permanent frown Your future lost is your calling found Fading away without a sound From Letras Mania