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Clothes don't fit like they did
Look me up and down now, kid
Go pretend; means to end
Convince parents; left for dead

Refuse to settle down
Convinced you'll never settle for me
Head off to the runaround
At least that's where I think you're going

Powder lungs, spoken tongues
Burned out bulbs and twisted rungs
Stop this climb, yours and mine
Wasted water, waste of time

Refuse to settle down
Convinced you'll never settle for me
Head off to the runaround
At least that's where I think you're going

Refuse to settle down
Convinced you'll never settle for me
Head off to the runaround
At least that's where I think you're going



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Writer(s): Brian Spitz
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