| She ran away from home, only seventeen
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| Didn’t write or phone, no-where to be seen
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| She broke the ties that bind, searching everywhere
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| Worried out my mind, it’s more than I can bear,
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| Who you gonna run to Who you gonna lean on Who’s gonna rescue you from harm
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| Who’s gonna be there
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| To show you they care
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| Who will be waiting with open arms
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| Run-run-runaway girl
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| If there was something wrong, you only had to say
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| It aint like you at all, to hurt us in this way
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| Are you all alone, are you safe and well
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| Please pick up the phone, I’m in a living hell
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| Who you gonna run to Who you gonna lean on Who’s gonna rescue you from harm
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| Who’s gonna be there
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| To show you they care
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| Who will be waiting with open arms
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| Run-run-runaway girl
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| Growing old is a mountain we all have to climb
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| I wish I’d devoted more time
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| Not withstanding, that lifes demanding
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| And rushes by Who you gonna run to Who you gonna lean on Who’s gonna rescue you from harm
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| Who’s gonna be there
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| To show you they care
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| Who will be waiting with open arms
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| Run-run-runaway girl
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| Who you gonna run to Who you gonna lean on Who’s gonna rescue you from harm
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| Who’s gonna be there
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| To show you they care
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| Who will be waiting with open arms
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| Run-run-runaway girl |