| I’ve been bought
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| It’s quite a scandal
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| Just got out alive
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| I gave 'em all
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| That they could handle
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| Then I took a dive
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| So take a chair
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| And make it snappy
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| Tryin' to lose these jerks
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| Say a prayer and make it simple
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| It’s the only kind that works
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| On the outskirts
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| Of the sundown
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| I feel like Billy the Kid
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| Don’t know where
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| I’ll go or run now
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| Like I ever did
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| Is this where I belong
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| Hurry up, quick
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| And you can come along
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| We ain’t got time for you
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| To grab your stuff
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| What’s flowing through our veins
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| Is good enough
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| I’m the fugitve kind
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| You better make up your mind
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| I can’t wait
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| You can run-run-run-run away with me
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| But never from your fate
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| You can run-run-run-run away with me
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| But never from your fate
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| I’ve got strange and grandiose ideas
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| I never know or care
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| What day it is
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| We can write down our dreams
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| And hide 'em under the bed
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| And walk down the street
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| With lightbulbs on our head
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| I’m the fugitve kind
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| You better make up your mind
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| I can’t wait
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| You can run-run-run-run away with me
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| But never from your fate
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| You can run-run-run-run away with me
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| But never from your fate
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| I stood alone on that stage
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| Just like a stone on a grave
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| You could be my lover
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| I’d make you laugh
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| Or just another epitath
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| I’m a bad idea whose time has come
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| And I’ll never forget
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| Where I started from
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| I’m the fugitve kind
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| You better make up your mind
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| I can’t wait
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| You can run-run-run-run away with me
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| But never from your fate
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| You can run-run-run-run away with me
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| But never from your fate
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| You can run-run-run-run away with me
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| But never from your fate |