| I was running crazy, I was running wild
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| Living on the edge, yeah I was living in the skies
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| My hands starts shaking like the streets of Hollywood
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| My mind was wasted, I still did the best I could
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| One day I left town with just the shirt on my back
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| And a guitar on my shoulder, yeah I wasn’t coming back
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| I had to break the spell that my heart was under
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| So I rolled out of town on wheels of thunder
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| And I will never forget what my mother said. |
| She said;
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| Run baby run, cross New York City
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| Run baby run, to the streets of L. A
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| Run baby run, yeah you can’t slow down
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| You can never stay when you’re living like a runaway
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| I remember when I was seventeen. |
| Riding in the back of a black limousine
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| I used to stare at the sun, and ask for God to please guide me
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| In the right direction. |
| I didn’t know where I was going
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| I didn’t know where I was gonna stay
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| All I knew I was going far far away
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| And it still feels like yesterday, when he says;
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| I left each town with a wink and a kiss. |
| That maybe I’ll be back real soon
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| A lot of memories from fans like you. |
| People that made my dreams come true
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| And I can still hear them saying:
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| Run baby run. |