| Did you cry when they dragged you home
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| Put a lock on the door and the telephone
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| Was a runaway girl all they could see
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| Have the nights and the days that you’ve come through
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| Made the right seem wrong and the false seem true
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| Was a runaway girl all they could see
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| A teenage extra from the satellite TV
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| Runaway girl
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| Too bad, too bad
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| Runaway girl
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| Too wild, too wild
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| Were they deaf to the prayer behind your lies
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| Maybe they didn’t dare to ask you why
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| Was a runaway girl all they chose to see
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| All they were prepared to admit to
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| Runaway girl
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| Too bad, too bad
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| Runaway girl
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| A real wild child
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| So you cower in the towns forgotten places
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| And you make your bed with unfamiliar faces
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| And at last you’ve got your freedom but that’s all you’ve got
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| You’re tryin' to make your mind up if you’re better off
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| You pretend to wait for washing in some laundromat
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| But you’re damned if you’ll give them the satisfaction of you going back
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| You’d freeze to death before you’d share a roof with them
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| And you’d starve before you’d let him get his hands on you again
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| Did you cry when they dragged you home
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| Did you cry when they dragged you home
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| Poor little runaway, poor little runaway |