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Here I go once again |
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With my suitcase in my hand |
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And I'm running away down River Road |
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And I swear, once again, that I'm never coming home |
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Yes, I'm chasing my dreams down River Road |
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Mama said, listen child |
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You're too old to run wild |
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You're too big to be fishin' with the boys these days |
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So I grabbed some clothes and I ran |
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Stole five dollars from a sugar can |
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A twelve year old jail breaker runnin' away |
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Here I go once again |
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With my suitcase in my hand |
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And I'm running away down River Road |
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And I swear, once again, that I'm never coming home |
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I'm chasing my dreams down River Road |
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Well, I married a pretty good man |
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And he tries to understand |
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But he knows I've got leavin' on my mind these days |
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When I get that urge to roam |
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I'm just like a kid again |
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The same old jail breaker runnin' away |
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Here I go once again |
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With my suitcase in my hand |
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And I'm running away down River Road |
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And I swear, once again, that I'm never coming home |
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I'm chasing my dreams down River Road |
