 Runaway return lyrics ( Fugazi )   
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 Rate Runaway Return
Artist : Fugazi
Song : Runaway return
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray.
Out of the ashtray. there's nothing living,
There's nothing given,
Weekender's vision turns to working shoes.
There's nothing living, there's nothing
given,
Weekender gives in, puts on his working suit.
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing
imminent,
Nothing forgiven for the young idea.
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing
imminent,
And nobody seems surprised,
The runaway returns.
Welcome home son,
Guess what we we're doing while you were
gone?
Cocktail party's in gear and we were so glad that
you're here,
Why don't you sit down?
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray,
Out of the ashtray, into the family car,
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray,
Out of the ashtray, into the family's arms.
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing
imminent,
Nothing forgiven for the young idea.
There's nothing waiting, there's nothing
imminent,
And nobody seems surprised,
The runaway returns.
Welcome back.
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