Lyrics to Marlee
arlee, Marlee, wont you run away with me?
Theres so much your blue eyes havent seen
Hold my hand down Liberty St.
Left on Ann to rest your tired feet
Oh
Ive got everything i own in the back of my old truck
throwing rocks at your windows just to wake you up
Hello, Hollywood. Wont somebody que the rain
And ive got nothing but time and a ton of great ideas
well get new names, fake tattoos, ill let you cut my hair
And we can waalk around this tourist town and pretend its where were from
Oh Marlee, wont you run.
Marlee, Marlee, wont you tell me everything that you want to see?
Ann Arbor was nice but its too damn cold for me
Flip a coin, tails means we head for the south
Heads and well tail it until the west coast runs out
Oh
Ive got everything i own in the back of my old truck
throwing rocks at your windows just to wake you up
Hello, Hollywood. Wont somebody que the rain
And ive got nothing but time and a ton of great ideas
well get new names, fake tattoos, ill let you cut my hair
And we can waalk around this tourist town and pretend its where were from
Oh Marlee, wont you run.
Marlee, Marlee, wont you run away, with me?
Theres so much your blue eyes havent seen
Hold my hand down Liberty St.
Left on Ann to rest your tired feet
Oh
Ive got everything i own in the back of my old truck
throwing rocks at your windows just to wake you up
Hello, Hollywood. Wont somebody que the rain
And ive got nothing but time and a ton of great ideas
well get new names, fake tattoos, ill let you cut my hair
And we can waalk around this tourist town and pretend its where were from
Oh Marlee, wont you run.
Marlee, Marlee, wont you tell me everything that you want to see?
Ann Arbor was nice but its too damn cold for me
Flip a coin, tails means we head for the south
Heads and well tail it until the west coast runs out
Oh
Ive got everything i own in the back of my old truck
throwing rocks at your windows just to wake you up
Hello, Hollywood. Wont somebody que the rain
And ive got nothing but time and a ton of great ideas
well get new names, fake tattoos, ill let you cut my hair
And we can waalk around this tourist town and pretend its where were from
Oh Marlee, wont you run.
Marlee, Marlee, wont you run away, with me?
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