Broughton-Mason
I had words with Rudy down on the lot 
He couldn't help me out, it seems he forgot 
What my name was, he was one of my many shoulders 
Growing cold 
nothing to cry on or rely on for a friend 
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They call me the runaroud, happily holding her hand 
The best kept man in town, lead your lady around, 
runaround. 
I recall when half the world held her breath 
The letters of her name hung in mid-air 
But I woke up to a nightmare, and she follows me around, 
running gauntlets, staring haunted at the ground. 
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Hang around in Romanoff's to be seen, 
friends pass by like I've never been. 
I remember party night, Halloween, 
I was Tambourlaine and she was my queen 
But the champagne and the wine stains and the friends 
who waived goodby, 
only echo as the wind blows, through the chandelier. 
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