| Runaways, we’re the long lost children
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| Running to the edge of the world
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| Everybody wants to throw us away
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| Broken boy meets broken girl
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| You said you tried it all before
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| And it only makes it worse
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| Oh, but this time, maybe this time
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| Two wrongs make it right
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| We’ll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together
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| Patching up all the holes until we both feel much better
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| Deleted things, I really meant. |
| So now I’ll say the things I never sent
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| We’ll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together
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| Throwing rocks at your broken window
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| Only you can cure my sickness
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| Raise ourselves and a middle finger
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| 'Cause they all think we’re twisted
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| Once I had a little taste
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| Now I’m addicted to your fix
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| Oh, yeah, this time, maybe this time
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| Two wrongs make it right
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| We’ll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together
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| Patching up all the holes until we both feel much better
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| Deleted things, I really meant. |
| So now I’ll say the things I never sent
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| We’ll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together
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| No more waiting. |
| We can save us from falling
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| This time, maybe this time
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| We’ll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together
|
| Patching up all the holes until we both feel much better
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| Deleted things, I really meant. |
| So now I’ll say the things I never sent
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| We’ll safety-pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together
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| No more waiting. |
| We can save us from falling |