The Fugitive Stole My:
There once was a Fugitive who stole my heart
And he was running away
He never knew how to stay
He stole more hearts than one
How many all together no one knows
He stole a heart with every rose
Words were his advantage
He strung them together with such beauty
It seemed like it was his duty
But now his actions are showing his true colors
He is starting to slip away
Oh never can he ever stay
He is a fugitive
He is running - not from the law but from the hearts he shattered
Because all the girls he hurt are battered
And now he can’t fix a thing
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