| Boats on the water and fish in the sea
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| And your head full of visions of new liberty
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| A seat on the greyhound, a case in your hand
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| Leaving your family, you don’t understand
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| That life can be hard on a kid breakaway
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| She’s got no one to talk to and so much to say
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| Bats in the belfry, the size of her fears
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| And the ad’s on the T.V. ain’t what they appear
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| Your papa is reeling from whisky and hurt
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| And mama is wishing she’d bought you that skirt
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| You know there’s no Eldorado in sorrowful flight
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| And no Disney posters to tell you goodnight
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| So sing it ah, ah she’s the kid runaway
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| The lord knows the reasons he’d please us to say
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| So sing it ah, ah won’t you keep her from pain
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| And we’ll put all the pieces together again
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| Her hair in a tangle her life in a mess
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| And the freeway patrolman he don’t have to guess
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| And so he buys her a coffee and calls on the phone
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| We’ve got somebody’s daughter but never your own
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| You know there’s kid’s on the highway
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| There’s kid’s on the run but they end in the alley
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| When all’s said and done
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| So sing it ah, ah she’s the kid runaway
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| And the lord only knows why she did what she did
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| So sing it ah, ah won’t you keep her from pain
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| And we’ll put all the pieces together again
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| Ah, ah she’s the kid runaway
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| The lord knows the reasons he’d please us to say
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| So sing it ah, ah won’t you keep her from pain
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| And we’ll put all the pieces together again
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| Ah, ah if you see her please say
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| That her family is missing the kid runaway |