Runaway (Radio Edit)
Listen, yeah
A lifetime of dreaming, visualising paradise
I woke up and rolled over and told my girl we're leaving
It's time to sacrifice a lot
Cause you ain't happy with your job
And round here it's like nothin' seems appealing
So let me know you feel the same
Throw your life into a case
And we'll depart from Victoria this evening
And then embark upon a path of rediscovery
Searching for the fruits from the lost garden of Eden
I'm wondering if I runaway and came back another day,
Then would the young men who roll with metal put the guns away
And would the devil have took charge or would the slum be safe
I pray the latter's right for everybody's mumsy's sake
And if I dissappear for years and reappear
Would my natural intuition still be crystal clear?
Or would I have lost clarity?
In this trivial pursuit we're walking through so casually
I gotta leave, I gotta go,
There's nothing here for me no more
I gotta be free, I gotta be
Somewhere that I can just be me
And I run run runaway
Run run runaway
Run run runaway, I runaway
We share a last cigerette, then walk into the station
Purchase two tickets to an alien destination
Board the train and witness pain upon faces
Of multi-cultural races
But not me and my girl we're breaking free
Like an escapist, cause we need to escape this
And I for one have got my mind made up,
Even if where we stay is make-shift
I can't remain in this domain of semi ape shit,
because all I see is hatred
I wonder if I dissappeared how many men would miss me
Or would they all forget like I erased my name from history?
I'm still trying yet to make a break
Within the chain of pain and misery
And vanish off the planet like a mystery
And if I did return would things be the same or worse?
You see the gear stick shift and
Then the whip reverse and I'd be straight back on my travels
Burning rubber over gravel 'til we see the English Channel
I gotta leave, I gotta go,
There's nothing here for me no more
I gotta be free, I gotta be
Somewhere that I can just be me
And I run run runaway
Run run runaway
Run run runaway, I runaway
As the carriage pulls away, I pull my lady closer and I tell her she's okay
'Cause if we never broke the barricades today we'd always be afraid
And left to feel threatened in this dark and deadly maze
But now I've come of age,
And as the train starts enterin' suburbia a smile comes across my face
The unwinding of eternal rage,
that was locked up inside just like my mates behind prison gates
If I could runaway and come back another day,
I'd let the song play, on the summer's longest day
Kick back and just enjoy the raves, with a lager and a spliff to blaze
If I ever contemplate returning to this crazy place
I'd leave it long enough so they don't recognise my face
I'd let the song play, on the summer's longest day
While I roll upon the roads along the motorway
I gotta leave, I gotta go,
There's nothing here for me no more
I gotta be free, I gotta be
Somewhere that I can just be me
And I run run runaway
Run run runaway
Run run runaway, I runaway
I runaway
A lifetime of dreaming, visualising paradise
I woke up and rolled over and told my girl we're leaving
It's time to sacrifice a lot
Cause you ain't happy with your job
And round here it's like nothin' seems appealing
So let me know you feel the same
Throw your life into a case
And we'll depart from Victoria this evening
And then embark upon a path of rediscovery
Searching for the fruits from the lost garden of Eden
I'm wondering if I runaway and came back another day,
Then would the young men who roll with metal put the guns away
And would the devil have took charge or would the slum be safe
I pray the latter's right for everybody's mumsy's sake
And if I dissappear for years and reappear
Would my natural intuition still be crystal clear?
Or would I have lost clarity?
In this trivial pursuit we're walking through so casually
I gotta leave, I gotta go,
There's nothing here for me no more
I gotta be free, I gotta be
Somewhere that I can just be me
And I run run runaway
Run run runaway
Run run runaway, I runaway
We share a last cigerette, then walk into the station
Purchase two tickets to an alien destination
Board the train and witness pain upon faces
Of multi-cultural races
But not me and my girl we're breaking free
Like an escapist, cause we need to escape this
And I for one have got my mind made up,
Even if where we stay is make-shift
I can't remain in this domain of semi ape shit,
because all I see is hatred
I wonder if I dissappeared how many men would miss me
Or would they all forget like I erased my name from history?
I'm still trying yet to make a break
Within the chain of pain and misery
And vanish off the planet like a mystery
And if I did return would things be the same or worse?
You see the gear stick shift and
Then the whip reverse and I'd be straight back on my travels
Burning rubber over gravel 'til we see the English Channel
I gotta leave, I gotta go,
There's nothing here for me no more
I gotta be free, I gotta be
Somewhere that I can just be me
And I run run runaway
Run run runaway
Run run runaway, I runaway
As the carriage pulls away, I pull my lady closer and I tell her she's okay
'Cause if we never broke the barricades today we'd always be afraid
And left to feel threatened in this dark and deadly maze
But now I've come of age,
And as the train starts enterin' suburbia a smile comes across my face
The unwinding of eternal rage,
that was locked up inside just like my mates behind prison gates
If I could runaway and come back another day,
I'd let the song play, on the summer's longest day
Kick back and just enjoy the raves, with a lager and a spliff to blaze
If I ever contemplate returning to this crazy place
I'd leave it long enough so they don't recognise my face
I'd let the song play, on the summer's longest day
While I roll upon the roads along the motorway
I gotta leave, I gotta go,
There's nothing here for me no more
I gotta be free, I gotta be
Somewhere that I can just be me
And I run run runaway
Run run runaway
Run run runaway, I runaway
I runaway
Credits
Writer(s): Adele Laurie Blue Adkins, Iyiola Babatunde Babalola, Darren Emilio Lewis
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