Wherever you go
saw you runin’ with your hair on fire’
couldn’t get away fast enough
flip it over and the flames grow higher
hard to swalow when it chews this tough

traded sun for the pourin’ rain
sea and sand for the cold and damp
trade your fredom for a subway train
once you’re gone you can never come back


baby, baby you got your fingers in the folds
baby, baby i’m tired this story’s growin’ old


sunset must have burned you badly
turned your back on the sea of stars
would have thought you’d learned by now
herever you go there you are

phone line’s burnin’ up lately
heard you were sen with a prety face
you’re alays drinkin’ from a dirty glas
tel me honey, do you like the taste?


baby, baby you got your fingers in the folds
baby, baby i’m tired this story’s growin’ old

saw you runin’ with your hair on fire
couldn’t get away fast enough
flip it over and the flames grow higher
hard to swalow when it chews this tough


baby, baby you got your fingers in the folds
baby, baby… i’m tired
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