| The Bike was on the street
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| Outside a midtown bar
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| He went looking for a drink
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| Wasn’t looking very hard
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| She was sitting on his seat
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| When he came out the door
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| She said «run away with me.»
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| He’d heard the line before
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| He said «better men than me have been all but left behind.»
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| She said «we're doing pretty good if we can just get out alive.»
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| She wrapped her arms around his waist
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| Nowhere to run to anyways
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| They bolted out into the streets
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Into the streets
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| Too many nights alone
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| Too many days gone by
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| With nothing much to show
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| She was running out of time
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| He was all she’d ever need
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| If they could just outrun the past
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| She said «run away with me.»
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| She tried but couldn’t laugh
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| He said «lesser men than me have put up better fights.»
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| She said «we're doing pretty good if we can just get out alive.»
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| She wrapped her arms around his waist
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| Nowhere to run to anyways
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| They bolted out into the streets
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Unknown and beautiful
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| Freedom was all that she owned
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| She moved faster all on her own
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| But the freedom had left her, left her drifting like smoke
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| Left her drifting like smoke
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| He’d come on off the road
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| On his shoulder laid her cheek
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| The bitter taste of smoke
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| The bike between her knees
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| The engine running loud
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| Couldn’t hear her if he tried
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| She spoke into the wind
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| «Run away with me tonight.» |