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I've got my things packed |
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My favorite pillow |
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Got my sleeping bag |
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Climb out the window |
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All the pictures and pain |
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I've left befind |
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All the freedom and fame |
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I've gotta find |
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And I wonder how long it'll take them |
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To notice that I'm gone |
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And I wonder how far it'll take me, to run away |
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Run away, run away, run away |
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I was just trying to be myself |
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You can go your way, I'll meet you in hell |
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All these secrets that I shouldn't tell |
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I've got to run away |
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It's hypocritical of you |
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Do as you say not as you do |
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I'll never be your perfect girl |
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I've got to run away |
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Well I'm too young to be |
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Taken seriously |
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But I'm too old to believe |
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All this hypocrisy |
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And I wonder how long it'll take them |
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To see my bed is made |
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And I wonder if was a mistake |
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I might have nowhere left to go |
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But I know that I cannot go home |
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These voices trapped inside my head |
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Tell me to run before I'm dead |
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Chase the rainbows in my mind |
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And I will try to stay alive |
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Maybe the world will know my name |
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God won't you help me run away! |
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Run away, run away, run away |
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I could sing for change on a Paris street |
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Be a redlight dancer in New Orleans |
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I could start again, choose a family |
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I could change my name, come and go as I please |
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In the dead of night |
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You'll wonder where I've gone... |
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But wasn't it you (wasn't it you) wasn't it you that made me run away! |
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I was just trying to be myself |
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You go your way, I'll meet you in hell |
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All these secrets that I shouldn't tell |
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I've got to run away |
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It's hypocritical of you |
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Do as you say not as you do |
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I'll never be your perfect girl |
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I've got to run away |
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This life makes no sense to me |
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It don't make any sense to me |
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It don't make any sense to me |
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Life don't make any sense to me |
