Blonde hair blowing in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand I'd been on her trail for a little while But that was the night that she broke down and held my hand A teenage rush She said, "Ain't we all just runaways? We got time" But that ain't much We can't wait 'til tomorrow You gotta know that this is real, baby Why you wanna fight it? It's the one thing you can choose, oh We got engaged on a Friday night I swore on the head of our unborn child That I could take care of the three of us But I got the tendency to slip when the nights get wild It's in my blood He said she might just run away somewhere else ...
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