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