| You fell out of my name
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| 'Cause I must’ve lost my tolerance
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| Been covering my pain talking to a quiet audience
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| I knew that crash was coming then
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| I felt it in my blood
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| Great grandma was a voodoo girl
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| She told me bout the flood
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| She sang boy, you are a runaway
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| You won’t have nothing in your hands until you give it all away Boy,
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| you are a runaway
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| And nothing’s gonna change unless you change
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| I’m sorry I can’t talk right now
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| Some things are out of my control
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| My fathers in the jailhouse, no
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| I think he’s in the hospital
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| My mother is incredible
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| She’s held us for so long
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| She’s like the breath behind my words
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| Should have the rights to all my songs
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| She sang boy, you are a runaway
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| You won’t have nothing in your hands until you give it all away Boy,
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| you are a runaway
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| And nothing’s gonna change unless you change
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| I’ve always been a shy kid
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| There’s a shadow on my name
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| I’ve learned you’re supposed to deal with it
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| I’ve had a taste of fame
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| But somethings always holding back
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| My politeness isn’t faux
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| But it’s never done me any good
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| I should probably let it go
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| And say boy, you are a runaway
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| You won’t have nothing in your hands until you give it all away Boy,
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| you are a runaway
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| And nothing’s gonna change unless you-
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| Nothing’s gonna change unless you change
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| Out of nowhere
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| I’m leaning in your window, singing
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| Songs out of my soundtrack
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| Play it back
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| Permanently into your heart
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| Boy, boy, you are a runaway
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| Boy, boy, nothing in your hand
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| Boy, boy, you are a runaway
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| Boy, boy, nothing in your hand |