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He was a boy just 10 years old
And he was free of blame
He would touch the stars
With everlasting flame
She was a girl just nine of age
Naive though not blind
And so they planned their escape
And they flew away
To write, to write
I'm trying to decide
What to write, to write, to write
Oh alright, alright
A life redesigned
Alright, alright, alright
They ran away on a nonstop train
That's a story I would like
They flew away, on a spaceship no, no
He was a dude 25 years old
Wrote stories about his blame
He would look up at the stars
With everlasting shame
She was a girl she was made of ink
Too deceived, too blind
And so he planned their escape
Yeah, they flew away
To write, to write
I'm trying to decide
What to write, to write, to write
Oh alright, alright
Oh life's so sublime
Sublime, sublime, sublime
We ran away on a nonstop train, yeah
We ran away, and it's not stopping right now
No, no
He was a dude 25 years old and he was free of blame
He was a dude 25 years old and he was free of blame
