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Stole all my laces
Hid my clothes in places
I couldn't find the pages
In my diary where I
Said I didn't love you
The more I run, the more you run too
But I will desert you
And I hate to admit it
But I can't wait 'til October when
I'm allowed to escape him
And move my life to some Italian mountain, mm
A small forgotten village
Trees of pomegranate
Rolling hills and Tuscan sun
Dr. Seuss eat your heart
Out of the window I see
Many people gathering 'round
Thank God none of them are you
And I hate to admit it
But I can't wait 'til October when
I'm allowed to escape him
And move my life to some Italian mountain, mm
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Mm, mm