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Runaway

	Where's the bone, where's the sack?
	Where's these things of mine?
	Pack them up, put them out,
	Coz there's not much time.
	Oh, I didn't know
	That you had feelings, too.
	Oh, I never thought
	That I was king of you.
	Where's the shame in my case,
	As I've fallen down?
	To the drug, to the floor
	In an eager pout.
	Oh, I didn't know
	How alone you'd be.
	And I never knew
	How much I'd have to need.