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Run away, Run away, Run away you've got to put on a new game Take a seat for your no ring circus Welcome to the show Such a chance on a bittersweet romance You've got to sell out your own name, sell out your own name Maybe you can buy it back for a bag of cocaine Then sell it off to the people who love your face Oh baby, it's never to late to go home Bleed it out every season turns to grey You know your mother is to blame, your mother is to blame Such a wicked road that ends with memories Guess who pays the toll Jesus Christ doesn't have the time to hang around He thinks you've gone fucking insane Maybe you could by him back for a bag of cocaine Then sell him off to the people who love your face Oh baby, it's never too late to go home Run away, run away, run away you've got to put on a new game Take a seat for your no ring circus Thank you for the show Such a chance on your bittersweet romance You had to sell out your own name, sell out your own name Letras de cancionesMaybe you could but it back for a bag of cocaine Then sell it off to the people who love your face Oh baby, it's never too late to go home (Thanks to John for these lyrics) From Letras Mania