| Blinded by the desert sand and cast adrift at sea
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| I was walking out my front door thinking life might be the death of me
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| Not enough to keep but still too much to throw away
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| I’ve been gone for quite some time now,
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| But I’m coming home to stay
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| Now I’m done running, I promise you
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| But until you arrive somewhere you’ll be running, you’ll always be running
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| So stay away from me
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| We can’t make a home like this when you’re running
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| You’ll always be running, so runaway, run away from me
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| I caught a taxi out of town and hitched the night away
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| I’m coming back to where I started, please don’t tell me it’s too late
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| Being lost is here and there, and it’s such an uphill fight
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| If I can just get back to you somehow, maybe things will line up right
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| Now I’m done running, I promise you
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| Your luck is good you’re riding high out on the sea
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| But I can’t be the one you fall one, I can’t be the one you need
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| And even if you kept your word, I took the chance
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| It wouldn’t mean a thing, no not anything
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| Because until you arrive somewhere you’ll be running
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| You’ll always be running, won’t matter where you go
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| We can’t make a home like this when you’re running
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| You’ll always be running, so run away, run away! |