| My mind is a runway lately
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| And you are my run-away
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| My mind is a runway lately
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| And you are my run-away
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| They call us the shy kids
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| A little bit blinded, but they never cared
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| But you’re my run-away baby
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| I always leave you, shaking
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| Tainted armor, life full of karma
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| Runway lights fall brightly upon us
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| Stoners and goners spending life in a corner
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| Attached to a cellphone charger
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| It’s broken, ain’t no fathers
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| Houses empty back to the charters
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| If it kills you, it makes you larger
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| Whatever don’t crush you makes you harder
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| No Harvard still got honors
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| Who’s letting all these devils harm us
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| It makes me feel why bother?
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| I’d rather chase around light green dollars
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| I’m being honest
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| Death to the Tupac’s birth to the Gaga’s
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| Bye to the morals, hi to the Prada’s
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| It’s the truth, it’s a muh fuckin' problem
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| My mind is a runway lately
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| And you are my run-away
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| My mind is a runway lately
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| And you are my run-away
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| They call us the shy kidz
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| A little bit blinded, but they never cared
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| But you’re my run-away baby
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| I always leave you, shaking
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| Recently I’ve been scared of the clock
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| Blind to the facts so why would I watch?
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| Speeding around without having to stop
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| And no friends to share my passenger spot
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| Messing around, and it happens a lot
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| Guns in the drawer but the cabinet’s locked
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout crackin' a Scotch
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| When I say I thought about having a shot
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| Through my story I babel and jot
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| Hoping to one day unravel the plot
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| Guilty as charged on a passionate block
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| While surrounded by these un-passionate cops
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| Ain’t no drugs though, ain’t no sluts hoes
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| Just a young kid who ain’t feel no love yo
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| I don’t do the scene, 'cause I feel I’m above those
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| Models and bottles and runways club shows
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| My mind is a runway lately
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| And you are my run-away
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| My mind is a runway lately
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| And you are my run-away
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| They call us the shy kidz
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| A little bit blinded, but they never cared
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| But you’re my run-away baby
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| I always leave you, shaking
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| I hope that no one could ever take, a day from me
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| These thoughts will leave me lying awake, patiently
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| My mind is a runway lately
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| And you are my run-away
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| My mind is a runway lately
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| And you are my run-away
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| They call us the shy kidz
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| A little bit blinded, but they never cared
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| But you’re my run-away baby
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| I always leave you, shaking |