Runaway
Song by AURORA
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I was listenin' to the ocean I saw a face in the sand But when I picked it up Then it vanished away from my hands, dah
I had a dream, I was seven Climbin' my way in a tree I saw a piece of Heaven Waitin' in patience for me, dah
And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows, nobody knows And I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain
But no, take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore
I was painting a picture The picture was a painting of you And for a moment I thought you were here But then again, it wasn't true, dah
And all this time I have been lyin' Oh, lyin' in secret to myself I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf La-di-da
And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows, nobody knows And I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain
But no, take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go No, take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go No, take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore
But I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' for a soft place to fall
And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday?
But no, take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go No, take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go
No, take me home, home where I belong, no, no No, take me home, home where I belong, oh, oh, oh No, take me home, home where I belong, no, no No, take me home, home where I belong I can't take it anymore
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Songwriters: Magnus Skylstad / Aurora Aksnes
Runaway lyrics © Ultra Music Publishing Europe Ag, Budde Songs Inc
C.: d.c., now that we’re home from our honeymoon, I wish that you’d talk to Tucker for me. I’ve been married twice, and on two different planets, but he’s never been married before. You’ve been married for a long time, so any advice that you can give him about day-to-day married life would be much appreciated.
d.: I’d be glad to, Cal.E.
C.: Good; because I have him on facetime. I’ll make myself scarce while you two talk.
d.: Hi, Tucker, Cal.E. wants me to talk to you about married life.
Tux: Yes, I would appreciate some advice; since I’ve never been married before.
d.: Okay, this is very important, you must remember these two phrases, and you’ll be golden. The first one is, “Yes, dear.”
Tux.: And that’s it?
d.: Yes.
Tux: Okay, what’s the second phrase, then?
d.: “I’m sorry, I was wrong. You were right, dear, as always.”
Tux: But, what if I’m not wrong?
d.: Tucker, my man, you’re a male. According to your wife, you’ll always, always, always be wrong.
Tux.: Okay, got it. d.c., what if neither of those two phrases work for me?
d.: Run! Run as fast as you can, and don’t look back.
Tux.: Okay, thanks for the advice, d.c.
C.: Did you talk to my husband?
d.: Yes, I did. Now, to write our blog, I must find my computer.
C.: Where do you think it is?
d.: IDK, Cal.E., maybe someone took it. If someone did, then I feel sorry for him or her.
C.: Why is that, d.c.?
d.: Well, inmates in The Kennel don’t like officers, but they respect medical people. The inmates know that we’re there to help them, unlike everyone else at The Kennel. I once made an off-the cuff remark that one of the inmates disrespected me. Another inmate said that he would take care of the other inmate.
C.: Did he?
d.: Let’s just say that he’s no longer with us.
C.: So, he got out of The Kennel?
d.: No.
C.: Then was he transferred to another unit?
d.: No.
C.: Well, suppose this is a clever criminal, and he never gets put into The Kennel. What happens then?
d.: Cal.E., if criminals were as clever as they think they are, The Kennel would be empty, and we wouldn’t have jobs. Instead, every unit of Kennels in Texas is 98% full, and that’s with a two percent margin of error. In other words, there all completely full.
Meanwhile, next door
Puppy Patter by T. Puppy Katt. (I Added a ‘T’ to my last name to make me look more distinguished).
Well, the Mitchell’s Cat is back, much to my chagrin.
And, somewhere in the South Pacific
Horace: I had the strangest dream last night.
Hortense: What was it about, dear?
Horace: Well, I dreamt that Buddy Bones was still alive. He became a master criminal on another planet after he commandeered a spacecraft that a private company was trying to send to Mars. However, the planet he went to was running out of fuel, so he tried to come back to Earth. When he did, a cat, who was a math genius, miscalculated the bearings he forced her to make for him to get back to Earth by kidnapping her fourteen kittens. She did this to make sure that he didn’t cause any more harm. I suppose he was going to use the energy he gathered on Earth for sinister purposes, since he was a master criminal.
However, just as he was about to go hurtling through space, never to be heard from again, another spacecraft, driven by a giant cat, pulled him back into Earth’s orbit. He’s now living at our house in our absence, and he has my best friend and next-door neighbor, d.c. scot’s computer, pretending to be our new puppy, who’s write d.c.’s blog!
He’s doing that because Cal.E. married a gangster cat who’s the retired former five-time heavyweight cat fighting champion of the world, and a meowionnaire; and they’re on their honeymoon. In the meantime, d.c.’s ready getting a manuscript ready to send to a publisher, so he’s too busy to write the blog.
Hortense: Dear, you really must stop eating so poorly before going to bed. d.c. would never let anyone else take control of his computer!
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