| I’m so tired of living
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| Living like a kite
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| I pulled my head off the clouds
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| And started walking for miles
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| But strings made me stumble
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| And winds made me tumble like leaves
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| It’s all going down
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| Until one’s back on his knees
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| And some say if you’ve been that far
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| You’ll never get home
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| For all the things that we could be
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| Somewhere I can lay my head
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| Someday they won’t hold you back
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| For all the things that we could be
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| Somewhere I can lay my head
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| Someday they won’t hold you back
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| This city’s got stories
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| That nobody knows
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| But we won’t be one of them
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| If you just let me know
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| But strings made you stumble
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| And winds made you tumble like leaves
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| It’s all going down
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| Until you’re back on your knees
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| And some say if you’ve been that far
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| You’ll never get home
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| For all the things that we could be
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| Somewhere I can lay my head
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| Someday they won’t hold you back
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| For all the things that we could be
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| Somewhere I can lay my head
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| Someday they won’t hold you back
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| (Won't you run away with me)
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| (Won't you run away.)
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| (Won't you run away with me)
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| (Won't you run away.)
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| Won’t you run away with me
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| For all the things that we could be
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| Somewhere I can lay my head
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| Someday they won’t hold you back |