| We’re out of time, we’re out of line
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| We’re all out here waiting for a crime
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| We don’t mind, we ain’t fooled
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| We’re gonna read you real bad news
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| Fire in the hole, bullets in the sky
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| We know something
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| And we can’t tell a lie
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| Gonna run away, gonna run amok
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| Gonna run my mouth
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| Till I run out of luck
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| Alright
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| Leave me out, give a dog a bone
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| Been a long time since I’ve been home
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| Running over land, running over sea
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| Get on the dog and talk dirty to me
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| Running up a street, running up a hill
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| Hotel telephone running up a bill
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| Chase my tail, catch me if you can
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| Don’t wanna mess
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| With the runaround man
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| We’re out of cokes, clean out of smokes
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| It’s not funny cause we run out of jokes
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| Going to the movies, babes in the wood
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| Gonna get a telescope, look real good
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| Gonna run out, rolling like a rock
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| Gonna get a girl and
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| She gonna get me off
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| Gonna be a man, gonna be a fool
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| Gonna be a dog
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| With a mouthful of booze
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| Gonna be free, run away to sea
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| Gonna be a pirate, you’ll never find me
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| Going over sea, going over land
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| Get made up like the Elephant Man
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| Stand in line, waiting for a break
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| Live in California, waiting for a quake
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| Chase my tail, catch me if you can
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| Don’t you mess
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| With the runaround man
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| We’re in a hole, we’re in a fix
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| Give the dog a bone
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| And throw me a stick
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| Don’t be a bitch, singing the blues
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| Don’t like the shirt
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| And we don’t like the shoes
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| Gonna walk out, gonna walk away
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| Gonna walk the dog, honey
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| Every other day
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| Gonna be strong, stand your ground
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| Gonna be funny
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| When they send in the clowns
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| Give me a clue, show me a trick
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| Go to Brazil and see what you missed
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| Getting too close, getting too near
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| Don’t even know
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| What I’m doing out here
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| Going too fast, never gonna stop
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| Know how to roll
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| And we know how to rock
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| Chase my tail, do the best you can
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| You can’t mess
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| With the runaround man |