The runaway tale

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I thought you were dope

So I never gave up hope

Asked you to runaway with me and elope

For you and me we alike we were misanthropes

Preferred being alone it was how we coped

And upon each other we will dote

Because we are in tune and we hit the right notes

So we went for it, we went for broke

Now I am spending my whole life with you so I am stoked

And I hope this will last until the day I croak

For all I need is you and no other folk

So you can call my a white punk living on hope

Looking to live out a happy ending now ain’t that dope.

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