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"There's more reckless abandon on this record," says Taylor. "A sense that we're not gonna over-think things. I wanna leave space for people to hear the parts, the grit of the guitar or the driving rhythms. Not to say it's not gonna be tight and that the songs won't be pop . . . I love writing songs with that hook, that's what I enjoy, like every Big Star song. But I want people to feel it. I want people to instantaneously be drawn in and go, 'I don't know why I like it. I don't care if it's Hanson or Black Sabbath, it's just good.'"


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Runaway Run And I waited for you, and I waited for you / Just a picture and a feeling and a face / How could I forget your touch your warm embrace / And the shoes you wore with long black satin lace / As you walked into my mind / As I walked into this old forgotten hall / Just one look and I began to fall / Wish I could frame you and this feeling on the wall / To stare at 'til there is no time > And I waited for you / Just hoping that you'd come back to me / And I waited for you >Run, run, run away, run / Maybe someday I will find some one too / Run, run, run away / Maybe some day, maybe some day >From a distance watched the flowers brush your cheek / As you read the words I wrote I couldn't speak / But now I lay here broken heart and blistered feet / As you're spinning 'round my mind >And I waited for you / Dreaming of you coming to me / And I waited for you >chorus >When you weep you can know that it's all right / As you sleep I'll just follow your door light / We can talk just as long as you hold on tight / Just one breath is a million sighs / I can tell every breath that you're breathing / I can feel every thought that you're thinking / We can talk it's a thousand years gone by / You and I >chorus >Run, run, run away, run / Maybe some day I will find some way / Maybe some day, maybe some day / I'll run away, yeah ...

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