| So baby let me run away
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| I’ll make my own destiny
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| 'Cause this town will murder us
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| Forget your husband in suburbia
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| When I was younger you said to me,
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| Love songs are for lovers,
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| And not for you;
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| So go and write the world the blues
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| And as I sit down with a pen in my hand,
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| A heartless kid became a broken man,
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| And I knew,
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| I gotta get outta here too
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| The city lights are calling me,
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| And I am not afraid;
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| The streets are paved with heroes,
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| And they’re calling out my name
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| So baby let me run away,
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| I’ll make my own destiny;
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| Cause this town is killing me,
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| Hopelessly,
|
| And silently tonight;
|
| And baby you can tell the strange,
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| I’m the boy who got away,
|
| Cause this town will murder us;
|
| Forget your boyfriend, fuck suburbia
|
| When I was younger you said to me,
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| The white picket fence and a well-groomed man
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| Is right;
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| Now go and find yourself a wife
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| And in all of the cities in all of the world,
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| With all of the money and all of the girls
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| In the night;
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| Can I get you off my mind
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| The hallway lights are broken,
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| Like we’re one step closer to God;
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| I live for words I’ve spoken,
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| And I hate them just because
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| So baby let me run away,
|
| I’ll make my own destiny;
|
| Cause this town is killing me,
|
| Hopelessly,
|
| And silently tonight;
|
| And baby you can tell the strange,
|
| I’m the boy who got away,
|
| Cause this town will murder us;
|
| Forget your boyfriend, fuck suburbia
|
| So baby let me run away,
|
| I’ll make my own destiny;
|
| Cause this town is killing me,
|
| Hopelessly,
|
| And silently tonight;
|
| And baby you can tell the strange,
|
| I’m the boy who got away,
|
| Cause this town will murder us;
|
| Forget your boyfriend, fuck suburbia
|
| Fuck suburbia
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| Fuck suburbia |