Sitting at the crossways Trying to keep my cool with the traffic lights Ive been up and down this line so any times Girl, its never right Me and this machine keep the crazy urban dream Locked in overflow Sometimes I swear I could spin these old wheels Just let it go Runaway Is it something that you hear Coming through the waves on the radio Or something that you see gently taps your memory And shoots you down Those hometown thoughts, school yard dreams and yesterdays Moving in I just put my head down and drift away And were moving up and down, in and out of town Were all searching for that piece of higher ground Somewhere... Runaway
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