| i’m not a wild one though it seems
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| you can’t tie me to the fall
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| i’ve got a knack for being alone
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| i’m not a tough one can’t you see
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| i’m the shyest extrovert
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| in all the universe
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| you told me run
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| run where the light is
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| where they can’t find us there without a plan
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| so pack
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| pack up your things up
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| into the kingdom where everything is
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| all pretend
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| i’m not a bleak one in the least
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| i’m the saddest opptimist
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| you ever could’ve kissed
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| i’m not a cold one don’t you know
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| that i’m frozen to the bone
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| but my hearts' not made of stone
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| if you can make it here you’ll make it anywhere
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| leave you bedroom and keys
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| and come with me
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| so run, run with your eyes close carrying scissors
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| so we can cut down the ribbon but first pack
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| up your belongings, say goodbye to your girlfriends
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| cause they’re not invited and I
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| i wanna make big plans with you
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| i wanna say a million things to you
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| cause i’ve got words on my tounge and i don’t like anyone
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| play in a garden instead, planting ideas in my head
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| and they go away
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| i don’t know what the future holds
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| cause you got rid of |