| My Mama mapped out the road that she knows
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| Which hands you shake and which hands you hold
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| In my hand-me-down Mercury, ready to roll
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| She knew that I had to go
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| And hang out, make lots of noise
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| And lay out late with a boy
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| Make the mistakes that she made 'cause she knew all along
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| I was already gone
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| I was already gone
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| I was already gone
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| Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
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| They say the first time won’t ever last
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| But that didn’t stop me. |
| the first time he laughed
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| All my friends tried to warn me the day that we met
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| «Girl, don’t you lose your heart yet»
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| But his dark eyes dared me with danger
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| And sparks fly like flame to a paper
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| Fire in his touch burning me up, but still I held on
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| 'cause I was already gone
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| I was already gone
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| I was already gone
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| Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
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| The last time I saw him, we packed up my things
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| And he smiled like the first time he told me his name
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| And we cried with each other
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| We split the blame for the parts that we couldn’t change
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| Pictures, dishes and socks
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| It’s our whole life down to one box There he was waving goodbye on the front
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| porch alone
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| But I was already gone
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| I was already gone
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| I was already gone
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| I was already gone
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| I was already gone
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| Hang out, make lots of noise
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| And lay out late with a boy
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| Make the mistakes that she made, life is a runaway train
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| His dark eyes dared me with danger
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| And sparks fly like flame to a paper, Fire in his touch
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| Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
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| My mama mapped out the road that she knows
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| Which hands to shake, which hands you hold
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| In my hand-me-down Mercury
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| Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on |