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Broughton-Mason |
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I had words with Rudy down on the lot |
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He couldn't help me out, it seems he forgot |
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What my name was, he was one of my many shoulders |
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Growing cold |
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nothing to cry on or rely on for a friend |
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CHORUS |
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They call me the runaroud, happily holding her hand |
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The best kept man in town, lead your lady around, |
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runaround. |
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I recall when half the world held her breath |
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The letters of her name hung in mid-air |
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But I woke up to a nightmare, and she follows me around, |
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running gauntlets, staring haunted at the ground. |
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CHORUS (repeat) |
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Hang around in Romanoff's to be seen, |
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friends pass by like I've never been. |
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I remember party night, Halloween, |
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I was Tambourlaine and she was my queen |
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But the champagne and the wine stains and the friends |
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who waived goodby, |
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only echo as the wind blows, through the chandelier. |
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CHORUS |
