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Paul Westerberg - Fugitive Kind lyrics
I've been bought It's quite a scandal Just got out alive I gave 'em all That they could handle Then I took a dive So take a chair And make it snappy Tryin' to lose these jerks Say a prayer and make it simple It's the only kind that works On the outskirts Of the sundown I feel like Billy the Kid Don't know where I'll go or run now Like I ever did Is this where I belong Hurry up, quick And you can come along We ain't got time for you To grab your stuff What's flowing through our veins Is good enough I'm the fugitve kind You better make up your mind I can't wait You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate I've got strange and grandiose ideas I never know or care What day it is We can write down our dreams and hide 'em under the bed And walk down the street with lightbulbs on our head I'm the fugitve kind You better make up your mind I can't wait You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate I stood alone on that stage Just like a stone on a grave You could be my lover I'd make you laugh Or just another epitath I'm a bad idea whose time has come And I'll never forget Where I started from I'm the fugitve kind You better make up your mind I can't wait You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from your fate You can run-run-run-run away with me But never from you |
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