| You’re like all of your New York City friends
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| Although it’s made up, windows of doors I’m in
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| But you’re true too, true to your old town, old town friends
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| And we’ll wait 'round here until that day comes when
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| You need somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run
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| Late at night, the night as it always darkens up
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| And there’s static clinnin' under your dancing shoes
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| But you’re right too right to keep chasing those crazies off
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| But you never asked for it but I know you know I do
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| I know somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run
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| I know somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run
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| Their labels are focused through it through a spell
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| And wow-ing in everything
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| I’m right guided, that there in the stars is like all
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| that you’ve been through
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| Too, true to your old town, old town friends
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| Now you stay true, true to your old town, old town friends
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| And we’ll wait 'round here until that day comes when
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| You need somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run
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| You need somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run run run
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| Somewhere to run
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| Somewhere to run
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| Somewhere,
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| Somewhere,
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| Somewhere to run
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| Somewhere to run |