Lyrics Runaway - Chris Rea
                                                Sitting 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                crossways
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trying 
                                                to 
                                                keep 
                                                my 
                                                cool 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                traffic 
                                                lights
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ve 
                                                been 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                down 
                                                this 
                                                line 
                                                so 
                                                any 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                Girl, 
                                                it's 
                                                never 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                this 
                                                machine 
                                                keep 
                                                the 
                                                crazy 
                                                urban 
                                                dream
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locked 
                                                in 
                                                overflow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sometimes 
                                                    I 
                                                swear 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                spin 
                                                these 
                                                old 
                                                wheels
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Runaway
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                something 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                hear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Coming 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                waves 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                radio
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                something 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                gently 
                                                taps 
                                                your 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                shoots 
                                                you 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Those 
                                                hometown 
                                                thoughts, 
                                                school 
                                                yard 
                                                dreams 
                                                and 
                                                yesterdays
 
                                    
                                
                                                Moving 
                                                in 
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                put 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                down 
                                                and 
                                                drift 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we′re 
                                                moving 
                                                up 
                                                and 
                                                down, 
                                                in 
                                                and 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                all 
                                                searching 
                                                for 
                                                that 
                                                piece 
                                                of 
                                                higher 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Somewhere...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Runaway
 
                                    
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