| Blonde hair blowing in the summer wind
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| A blue eyed girl playing in the sand
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| I’ve been on her trail for a little while
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| But that was the night that she broke down
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| And held my hand
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| A teenage rush, she said, Ain’t we all just runaways?
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| We got time, but that ain’t much
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| We can’t wait till tomorrow
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| You gotta know that this is real
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| Baby, why you wanna fight it?
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| It’s the one thing you can choose
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| Oh! |
| We got engaged on a Friday night
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| I swore on the head of our unborn child
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| That I could take care of the three of us
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| But I got the tendency to slip
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| When the nights get wild
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| It’s in my blood
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| She said she might just runaway
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| Somewhere else, someplace good
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| We can’t wait till tomorrow
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| You gotta know that this is real
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| Baby, why you wanna fight it?
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| It’s the one thing you can choose. |
| Let's take a chance, baby we can’t lose
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| Ain’t we all just runaways?
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| I knew it when I met you
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| I’m not gonna let you runaway
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| I knew it when I held you I wasn’t letting go. |
| We used to look at the stars and
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| confess our dreams
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| Hold each other till the morning light |
| We used to laugh; |
| now we only fight
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| Baby are you lonesome now? |
| At night I come home after they go to sleep
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| Like a stumbling ghost I haunt these halls
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| There’s a picture of us on our wedding day
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| I recognize the girl but I can’t settle in these walls. |
| We can’t wait till
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| tomorrow
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| Now we’re caught up in the appeal baby
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| Why you wanna hide it?
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| It’s the last thing on my mind
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| (Why you wanna hide it?)
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| I turn the engine over
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| And my body just comes alive. |
| Ain't we all just runaways?
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| I knew it when I met you
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| I’m not gonna let you runaway
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| I knew it when I held you I wasn’t letting go. |
| Oh oh oh! |
| Ain't we all just
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| runaways?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ain’t we all just runaways?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |