night" She's sayin', "How could you let me down?" He's sayin', "I don't want you around" Game over Now she's a little runaway She's a little runaway
spot Your mind on a fantasy Livin on ecstasy Runaway Train (Running right off the track) Runaway Train (Running right off the track) Runaway Train (Running right off the track) Yeah the Runaway
they always selling us fear Twenty-four seven three six five a year In the light of an analytical political mind Hard line hard line after hard line And like a runaway, runaway
I'm a street walking cheetah With a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son Of the nuclear A-bomb I am the world's forgotten boy The one who searches
from me I'll be around I'll be around again I'll be around some day I'll be around I'll be around (take your place) I'll be around (son I've changed
town is just a traffic jam, you can't walk the streets or breathe the air. I'm a runaway train driver. I'm a runaway train driver. I'm a runaway train
You can't steal what's paid for Is that something hurting again Murder son, she's painful You so believe your own lies On my skin your fingers Runaway
I?m a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm I?m a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb I am a world?s forgotten boy The one who searches and
son Can't nothin' come between us ever boy You know you the one And love I give you everyday, you know it's second to none So come and get paid with me, runaway
me to the coldness life prematurely Where mom's love used to live, now housed denial And when that decayed, it made it bitter and spiteful But me and my runaway
'm gone leave with Stephen Heard Justin is all like cheatin' I'm every sense of the word bitch Fergie don't want none of me son mather fact how to slap
of places And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face When I gave her the keys to her own house This your land, your only son done became
a perfect circle has been fastened to the blimp side buy in my grin and clusters that's better than colony my own fathers son is the holy ghost suck
laissA©, au bord du bord sA?le et pleine de remords Tu finis par ne plus supporter l'image que les tournages ont pris en otage Then you runaway and runaway
can't rely on anyone to sow and grow my seeds I started out on empty promise I was living on my dreams I was a runaway son and now I'm up out of the
the whore When You could just be silent and leave us here to die Still, You sent Your Son for us You are on our side The runaway falls at Your
'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low Insane like a runaway train I'm in
focus of the moon // One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more than a subjective conclusion // What is the maximum field rate application? // The runaway