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Runaway
I'm not the murdering kind Ooo runaway, ooo runaway, runaway now But killing you is on my mind Ooo runaway, ooo runaway, runaway now I'd o' made a very fine wife I'd o' kept every vow I'm good and ready to bury this knife Ooh run, ooh run, runaway now
The cops, they come, they took away my boy Ooo runaway, ooo runaway, runaway now You paid for nothing, not one stinking toy Ooo runaway, ooo runaway, runaway now You've got your house on the hill You've got all fake and highbrow I've got an aching to kill Ooh run, ooh run, runaway now
I'm poor, I'm pissed and I'm coming undone Ooo runaway, ooo runaway, runaway now Some born again Christian is raising my son Ooo runaway, ooo runaway, runaway now You've got your name to abide You've got your lordy-lord crowd I've got no shame and no pride Ooh run, ooh run, runaway now Ooh run, ooh run, runaway now
words and music by Katherine Wheatley
Scott Merritt - slide banjo, parade drum, 12 string guitar, reed organ, synthesizer Lynn Miles - clogging Nick Crane, Lynn Miles, Scott Merritt - background vocals Katherine Wheatley - ukulele and plywood Hofner guitar
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