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Wanna be a poet
but I can't make it rhyme
wanna be a dreamer
but I don't have the time
boys are on the corner
the girls across the street
I'm stuck in the middle
where the homeless people meet
I'm a runaway
Driving Daddy's car
wearing out the mall
drawing hearts and daggers
on the bathroom stall
sleeping at the movies
drinking out in back
breaking old beer bottles
off the railroad track
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
Nobody putting an APB out on me
if they notice at all they pretend not to see
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
Climbing out my window
then climbing back in
sitting down to breakfast
like sitting on a pin
pressed shirt and dockers
catholic coat and tie
bloodshot eyes a 'callin
thou shall not tell a lie
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
I'm a runaway
Lady luck was with me
at least I got to score
pushed my minimun wage
through a hole in the door
I'm a runaway
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