You know you're where it's at

but you don't know where that is,

when your friends come round smiling

and greet you with a kiss,

Then push you in the dirt

from behind.

There's no time like the right time

when the now times wearing thin

for their silver tinsel dresses

and their microwave skin

and their cheap books of romance.

I think I'll take my chances.

So I run like I'd run from a flood,

like you know it's understood.

That your golden hair

was never meant to wear

a paper crown.

You know that a smile

is their workaday face.

You can't calculate the effort

just to keep it in its place.

They don't shoot to kill, they'd always miss,

so shoot to wound.

Like they're always searching through your pockets

like they expect to find a answer.

The truth is that the truth is

as commonplace as cancer.

If you'd only take the time

you don't need to seek to find it.

Just run like I'd run from a flood,

like you know it's understood.

That your golden hair

was never meant to wear

a paper crown.

(solo)

Run like you'd run for good,

like the rivers running blood

and you see your life flashing by.

I run like I'd run from a flood,

like you know it's understood.

That your golden hair

was never meant to wear

a paper crown,

a paper crown,

a paper crown,

a paper crown.

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