Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray.
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Out of the ashtray. there's nothing living,
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There's nothing given,
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Weekender's vision turns to working shoes.
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There's nothing living, there's nothing given,
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Weekender gives in, puts on his working suit.
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There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
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Nothing forgiven for the young idea.
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There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
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And nobody seems surprised,
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The runaway returns.
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Welcome home son,
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Guess what we we're doing while you were gone?
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Cocktail party's in gear and we were so glad that you're here,
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Why don't you sit down?
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Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray,
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Out of the ashtray, into the family car,
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Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray,
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Out of the ashtray, into the family's arms.
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There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
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Nothing forgiven for the young idea.
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There's nothing waiting, there's nothing imminent,
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And nobody seems surprised,
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The runaway returns.
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Welcome back.
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Runaway Return
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Fugazi |