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Sage Francis - Runaways lyrics
(Sage Francis) It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable I happen to pull fast ones over the slow parole board Who likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry sheep Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space I keep putting expression looks upon my face An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin While far from grace, will do me in to late (I'm out of seasoning) No spring chickens, summer romance novel writer could win a prize It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized I change my mind more often then my undergarments Abide abortion and other nonsense I'm an orphan who comes from Providence I am assigned from God! For the parentally misguided (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I don't know where I come from How do I know where to go? It's not where you're from, not where you're at It's where your going... and I am going home (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I don't know where I come from How do I know where to go? It's not where you're from, not where you're at It's where your going... and I am going home... ...to where? The land of the lost souls Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton? Framed, they're starting to look the same Starting to say his name, and claim privileges As if they found HIM! The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendship Rings of fire are connected at the elbow Cause they're tired, moms unexpectedly let go The Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesive It's the music! So we give reasons to get sober Life experiences to hum to These kids play Red Rover? I look for weaknesses to run through With reckless abandon, they're standin', refuse to go down The pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now If its fighter flats, they'll just choose to throw down Ain't nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town I move with no sound... I used to think I was invisible Til they stopped me in mid-stride and said "I think I seen a picture of you..." Picture that, I said "Nah I just got one of them faces Placed next to an expiration date that changes. I kind of look familiar, my name is at the tip of your tongue The lost look on my face makes you play dumb. Say something collopial I need to get my bearings and a feel for where I'm at but you ain't hearin' that." They shout freeze! I'm a tourist trapped by townies Who put bounties on armies and all surrounding counties Before I bounce, I hear them shout "Someone help us out, PLEASE!" We're all alone in the foster home Killin' ourselves with the house keys... Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it man And it's a smelly mess once the shit hits the fan Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause they aint got no girl But who do they think I am? Think again, I'm not that quick to plan ahead of time I'm two steps behind the schedule, they pretend to befriend my mind I think they just misread the lines in the palm of my hand Cause, they're random scars caused by slap boxin' with landlords I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all mutts Turned bitch once the dog catcher caught up Forced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the pound Being an orphan sucks, but I'm done with sneaking around I see my frown posted up on street lights And telephone poles, from what they show it seems like I never grow old, from what they show it seems like I never go home, and that doesn't seem right Cause they won't let me grow... And this is where some go to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay And this is where some go to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road If I don't know where I come from How do I know where to go? It's not where you're from, not where you're at It's where your going... and I am going home... To the land of the lost souls Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways... (kids shouting until end) |
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