| We were young and had it all figured out
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| She was the quiet one and I had the mouth
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| Until she fell to me (Ooh, oh)
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| We escaped through the alley in the back
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| Judge told me, «Creature, don’t you dare go back!»
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| But I couldn’t dodge the ringing in my head
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| Her lonely, subtle voice,
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| through the echoes
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| as it said
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| «Please don’t leave me here, my love»
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| Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable
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| I fear, my dear, the end is near
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| So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun
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| Did anybody treat you better?
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| To obey and follow to the letter
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| I fear, my dear, the end is here
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| So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun
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| There was something I forgot to tell her then
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| Between the kiss and, «Knock 'em dead, kid»
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| «There will be no other like you» (Oh, oh)
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| Now I can’t keep the guilt from my heart (Ooh)
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| These stuttering emotions keep me fixed to fall apart
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| And I know I’m leaving all this sweat in our bed
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| A broken heart bleeding with a gun to my head
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| Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable
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| I fear, my dear, the end is near
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| So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun
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| Did anybody treat you better?
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| To obey and follow to the letter
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| I fear, my dear, the end is here
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| So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun
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| Like a son of a gun
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| A son of a gun
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| The weight of the world on the shoulders, can you feel the thunder?
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| All unheavenly creatures (Oh, oh, all the unheavenly creatures)
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| We’re all unheavenly creatures
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| On the way to the car, I heard her voice a little louder
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| «Please don’t leave me here, my love»
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| Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable
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| I fear, my dear, the end is near
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| So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun
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| Did anybody treat you better?
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| To obey and follow to the letter
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| I fear, my dear, the end is here
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| So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun
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| Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable
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| I fear, my dear, the end is near
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| So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun
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| Did anybody treat you better?
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| To obey and follow to the letter
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| I fear, my dear, the end is here
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| So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun |