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There's a lot of teardrops falling,There's a lot of bus stops calling,Telling me that I could run away.But all I've got is heartache, honey,And all I've got is brown money,So I ain't going no place far today.But then againI've got two feetAnd although my legsAin't got much meatI knowThey'll sure as hell goWhere I say.So I'll scrap it all on my running shoes,Bypassing those bus-ride blues.Times got hard, so I'm running away.Petrol fumes in my faceI love that tasteTastes like freedomRun run run running awayRun run running awayRun run running awayRun run running awayRun run running away Aus Songtexte Mania