Run Away Lyrics
| Song | Run Away |
| Artist | Audius |
| Album | Day Like This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It’s been a long week, | |
| I’ve got a slow leak in my left front tire. | |
| I’m sick of where I work, | |
| my boss is such a jerk, don’t care if I get fired. | |
| My backs about to break, | |
| no money in the bank, and she don’t call me anymore. | |
| I’m down to my last ring, it’s time to sell my things, | |
| And pack my bags, and never look back, | |
| run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, | |
| and at the break of day, I’ll be a runaway! | |
| A hundred miles in, | |
| I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face. | |
| With every cigarette, I’m burning my regrets. | |
| Don’t want to leave a trace. | |
| And from the rear-view, | |
| I’ve got clear view of who I used to be. | |
| A little bit faster now, don’t wanna turn around. | |
| I’m gonna pack my bags, and never look back. | |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight. | |
| And at the break of day, I’ll be a runaway! I’ll be a runaway! | |
| It’s crazy, I know, to count on this road and give me what I need. | |
| But with every state line, somehow I find, another part of me. | |
| Yeah-e-yeah! | |
| I’m gonna pack my bags, and never look back. | |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, | |
| and at the break of day, | |
| I’ll be a runaway! I’ll be a runaway! I’ll be a runaway! |
| It' s been a long week, | |
| I' ve got a slow leak in my left front tire. | |
| I' m sick of where I work, | |
| my boss is such a jerk, don' t care if I get fired. | |
| My backs about to break, | |
| no money in the bank, and she don' t call me anymore. | |
| I' m down to my last ring, it' s time to sell my things, | |
| And pack my bags, and never look back, | |
| run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, | |
| and at the break of day, I' ll be a runaway! | |
| A hundred miles in, | |
| I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face. | |
| With every cigarette, I' m burning my regrets. | |
| Don' t want to leave a trace. | |
| And from the rearview, | |
| I' ve got clear view of who I used to be. | |
| A little bit faster now, don' t wanna turn around. | |
| I' m gonna pack my bags, and never look back. | |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight. | |
| And at the break of day, I' ll be a runaway! I' ll be a runaway! | |
| It' s crazy, I know, to count on this road and give me what I need. | |
| But with every state line, somehow I find, another part of me. | |
| Yeaheyeah! | |
| I' m gonna pack my bags, and never look back. | |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, | |
| and at the break of day, | |
| I' ll be a runaway! I' ll be a runaway! I' ll be a runaway! |
| It' s been a long week, | |
| I' ve got a slow leak in my left front tire. | |
| I' m sick of where I work, | |
| my boss is such a jerk, don' t care if I get fired. | |
| My backs about to break, | |
| no money in the bank, and she don' t call me anymore. | |
| I' m down to my last ring, it' s time to sell my things, | |
| And pack my bags, and never look back, | |
| run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, | |
| and at the break of day, I' ll be a runaway! | |
| A hundred miles in, | |
| I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face. | |
| With every cigarette, I' m burning my regrets. | |
| Don' t want to leave a trace. | |
| And from the rearview, | |
| I' ve got clear view of who I used to be. | |
| A little bit faster now, don' t wanna turn around. | |
| I' m gonna pack my bags, and never look back. | |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight. | |
| And at the break of day, I' ll be a runaway! I' ll be a runaway! | |
| It' s crazy, I know, to count on this road and give me what I need. | |
| But with every state line, somehow I find, another part of me. | |
| Yeaheyeah! | |
| I' m gonna pack my bags, and never look back. | |
| Run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away. | |
| I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down. | |
| Leave everybody sleepin in this sleepy town tonight, | |
| and at the break of day, | |
| I' ll be a runaway! I' ll be a runaway! I' ll be a runaway! |
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