| Hot summer night, I was counting all the starlight on your skin
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| Airtight, as I watched you breathing out, I’m breathing in
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| By the lake, so humid that the moon was getting wet
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| For our sake the crickets started playing their castonets
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| Like a gypsy, you stole me from a child into a man
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| It never hit me: I’ve been running ever since I took a stand
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| And this love like Spanish moss hangin from the trees
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| Just swaying in the breeze like a sweet memory
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| Running straight outta time, straight outta time
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| Running straight outta time, straight outta time
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| Since you were mine
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| That autumn chill sent a shiver, girl, it shook us to the bone
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| And we still had February frozen on the phone
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| Spring thaw, would it find us with our lips frozen blue?
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| Love calls, but do we really live the time we’re running through?
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| Or like a dream, do we let it die and drift away to sleep
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| Until it screams like an echo in the history books you keep
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| 'Cause that stream running from the corners of my mind
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| Looking back I find like a river it unwinds
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| Running straight outta time, straight outta time
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| Running straight outta time, straight outta time
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| Running straight outta time just like an old man’s fiddle
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| Looking for the dance; |
| gonna meet me in the middle
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| I’m never gonna figure out the way that I feel —
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| Running straight outta time
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| But my love’s still real
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| Now I see you- you’re looking pretty in your summer dress
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| I can almost feel you as you clutch your little locket to your breast
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| Looking down at the picture, girl, you know you’re looking fine
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| Is it me? |
| Was I ever in your heart or on your mind?
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| Cause I’m running outta time
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| I’m running straight outta time
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| Were you ever mine? |