| Drive too fast to give you a scare because I am sick
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| And I hate myself for letting you panic
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| Runaways at our own pace
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| Set to make some great escape
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| But this is where we turn and walk away, away
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| Headed west toward sweet delusion
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| The pieces don’t quite fit
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| Vanity is nibbling at your ear
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| Like the many before you, you’re gonna burn, burn, burn
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| I’ll leave you here to kick, to kick and scream
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| Before you were hungry then the city chewed you up
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| And now you feel sick, sick to your shrunken stomach
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| (We are) Runaways at our own pace
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| Set to make some great escape
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| But this is where we turn and walk away, away
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| (We are) Opened up the world and saw its hate
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| The ways in which we can’t relate
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| But this is where we turn and walk away, away
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| Run on home
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| Running free just to run and hide
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| Running free together
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| Running free to find each other
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| But we only found ourselves after all
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| Like the many before you, yeah
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| (You're gonna burn, burn)
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| (We are) Runaways at our own pace
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| Set to make some great escape
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| But this is where we turn and walk away, away
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| Opened up the world and saw its hate
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| The ways in which we can’t relate
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| But this is where we turn and walk away, away
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| Running free
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| These walls don’t remember
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| Running free to find each other
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| But we only found ourselves after all |