First Light




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Tell me
You�re sleeping it off
And you won�t be long
I�m biting you�re tongue
You�re biding your time
I�m giving me something don�t get me hurt
I�m living of nothing to make it work
�Cos you�re my
Runaway, yeah
Tell me
It troubles your mind
Like it troubles mine
I keep biting your tongue
Just to carry it on
I�m giving me something don�t get me hurt
I�m living of nothing to make it work
Giving me something don�t give me hurt
�Cos you�re my
Runaway, yeah
I�m giving me something don�t get me hurt
I�m living of nothing to make it work
I�m giving me something don�t get me hurt
And you�re my runaway, yeah



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