| Run out of money
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| Run outta good
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| Run outta reasons and misunderstood
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| Run out of rhythm
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| Run out of rhyme
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| Right out of feelings and right out of time
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| Living in limbo, hanging around
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| Head on the ceiling and mind in the clouds
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| Blind is the morning and deaf is the night
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| Comes without warning and leaves me in fright
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| Saving all my money, yeah, for the rainy days
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| I’m packin’up my suitcase, make it pay
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| Run out of patience
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| And run out of lies
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| Run out of spaces and nowhere to hide
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| Living and loving is easy to get
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| Living is something we haven’t tried yet
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| Yeah, I’ve been saving all my money, yeah, for the rainy days
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| Well, I’m packin’up my suitcase, make it pay
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| Hey
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| I run out of money
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| Run out of good
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| Run out of reasons and misunderstood
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| Run out of rhythm
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| Run out of rhyme
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| Right out of feelings and right out of time
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| Blind is the morning and deaf is the night
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| Comes without warning and leaves me in fright
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| I’ve been saving all my money, yeah, for the rainy days
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| I’m packin’up my suitcase, make it pay. |