We're gonna leave all our troubles behind. Don't look back So if you just put your hand in mine, If it's love that you're running from, there's no hiding place. You can't run it, you can't hide it, you can't run it Love has problems I know but there

How I'd love to be a child, with friends spread all around me Playing games and running wild, with nothing more to do Than to Watch the sun make light, and watch the moon take over From the day into the night, what mighty peace I'd find How I'd love to

She always held me down I've been running from my problems I've been running from you Girl, all this money, all these things, don't feel the same without you I can't trust these others girls, I got a feeling 'bout you Even though I'm doing well, I lose

They're coming for me Running from the madhouse, they won't take me back Got the medicines to give me what I need Yes I'm burning up but music is my drug Doesn't matter if I shout or if I scream Men in white coats, coats, getting so close, close I feel a

'Cause love's just a feeling Don't overthink it Some kind of emotion But for the moment live slowly When you need the healing When you're all broken And right now I'm open, I'm open I wonder what I'm running from Stay inside and barricade the doors

Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say The alcohol stores are running low So into the deep blue yonder go We'll end our quest by following the smell That leads us to the Mead from Hell Under the sea, there's a colony of bees And a

I'm blem for real, I might just say how I feel We need to forward to the islands and get you gold, no spray tans I need you to stop running back to your ex he's a wasteman Don't switch on me, I got big plans Move from me when you're extra Move from me

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder This isn't what I wanted to be I never thought that what I said would have you running from me, like this If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your

Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue. They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used. But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul. They got away with murder down on music row. The almighty dollar and the lust for

It went from a spark to an open flame Now destiny's calling out your name Under the lights on the high stage A part of your life it can take away Just like the blood running through your veins Everyone's watching through your eyes There's only two