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Runnin' runnin' from home, |
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Breakin' ties that you'd grown |
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Catchin' dreams from the clouds |
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The city sounds burn your soul |
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Turn your head to the cries |
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Of loneliness in the night |
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Just like a fly when it's caught |
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The spider soon takes it's prey |
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Spins a dance round your heart |
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Give me your beauty and age |
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A pleasure pleasing my mind |
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Your heart will shatter and fall |
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Step on pavements so old |
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Cast a glance at the young |
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Girls a-making their way |
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The passing image of you |
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Reflects a pain to my heart |
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And disappears in a crowd |
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Runnin' runnin' from home |
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Breakin' ties that you'd grown |
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Catchin' dreams from the clouds |
