Hello? Is my daughter there? She's 15 years old Blue eyes, blonde hair She's been away from home 'bout two or three day To locate Rikk Agnew in California
Write a letter to me on a random chance of receiving some reply You get one, suddenly it's and insta-romance, but you're a stranger in my eyes Pull your rotting roots and proceed to bail on a journey guaranteed Did ya' ever stop to think I could go to jail for your adolescent need?
[Chorus:] Runaway, why don't you stay Back where you belong Feel ya' gotta run, feel ya' gotta play But you're really much too young I understand your impulsiveness I've been there once before But you're so blind to the fucking mess That your loved one's can't ignore
Calls from worried mom, detectives, and your aunt I don't really have the time An innocent exchange of petty postal lust Could turn into a nasty crime So pull a U-Y, Louie, don't come my way There's no place like home No need to run, no reason to fly But you still have to go, you still have to roam
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I don't know your reasons I don't know your rhymes I don't have the patience And I don't have the time You make me see red You make me feel black Don't ever get near me Don't ever come back I know what you're doing It's somewhere I've been I've seen it all happen Again & again I'm gonna say it once And I'll make it clear Go home! Do ya' hear me? Get the hell out of here!
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Hello? Is my daughter there? She's 15 years old Blue eyes, blonde hair She's been away from home 'bout two or three day To locate Rikk Agnew in California
Write a letter to me on a random chance of receiving some reply You get one, suddenly it's and insta-romance, but you're a stranger in my eyes Pull your rotting roots and proceed to bail on a journey guaranteed Did ya' ever stop to think I could go to jail for your adolescent need?
[Chorus:] Runaway, why don't you stay Back where you belong Feel ya' gotta run, feel ya' gotta play But you're really much too young I understand your impulsiveness I've been there once before But you're so blind to the fucking mess That your loved one's can't ignore
Calls from worried mom, detectives, and your aunt I don't really have the time An innocent exchange of petty postal lust Could turn into a nasty crime So pull a U-Y, Louie, don't come my way There's no place like home No need to run, no reason to fly But you still have to go, you still have to roam
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I don't know your reasons I don't know your rhymes I don't have the patience And I don't have the time You make me see red You make me feel black Don't ever get near me Don't ever come back I know what you're doing It's somewhere I've been I've seen it all happen Again & again I'm gonna say it once And I'll make it clear Go home! Do ya' hear me? Get the hell out of here!
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