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