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Runaway Son
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I'm in need of some warmth and shelter. It's a hard luck story, don't know where to begin. I've been riding on life's helter-skelter. I got a heart of gold. I need a saviour and you're the one. I throw myself into the arms of mercy. There's still hope for the runaway son. "Better come back to your senses. There's an empty bottle lying on the floor And it's undermined your defences." I got a heart of gold. I've been walking in the backyard of Satan. I'm so stubborn that I'll never give in, But now my heart's cold and aching. I got a heart of gold. I need a saviour and you're the one. I throw myself into the arms of mercy. Salvation for the runaway son. I got a heart of gold. |