Chicago - Runaround Lyrics
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Runaround
Runaround Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Runaround By Chicago?
So you need to kick up your heels
Baby, I can understand Don't you know how it's making me feel? I want to be your only man When it comes right down to the wire I just need a touch of your fire But you're livin' it up You're givin' it up Seems I'm always waiting for you To find your yesterday I think I know what you're tryin' to do I got a better way Baby, soon enough it will end You'll be reachin' out for a friend But now you're livin' it up You're givin' it up all the time Please be mine So good at the runaround You're still making me wait outside Holding on to broken promises So good at the runaround I don't want to stand in line It's my turn, baby Please just let me in Though you're always out on the town I feel your loneliness While your life is leading you 'round It's just like an empty kiss When it comes right down to the truth Well, it comes right down to you You've been givin' it up And losin' in love every time Please be mine So good at the runaround You're still making me wait outside Holding on to broken promises So good at the runaround I don't want to stand in line It's my turn, baby, please So good at the runaround I still fall for the same old lies Holding on to broken promises So good at the runaround I don't want to lose this time It's my turn, baby, let me in Just let me in Baby, please just let me in |
Who Wrote Runaround By Chicago?
Bill Champlin, Jason Randolph Scheff
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What's The Duration Of The Runaround By Chicago?The duration of Runaround is 4:11 minutes and seconds. |
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