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Written by Ryan O'Toole
Arranged by Hydrangea Benison
Ryan O'Toole - Vocals
Danny Connolly - Vocals, Guitar
Lucy Holden - Violin
Andrew Wicklin - Guitar
JT O'Toole - Bass Guitar
Max Miller - Rhodes
Michael Resch - Drums
lyrics
you tell me your mama is gettin on your nerves
what can i say, we should runaway
you tell me your papa ain't givin you respect that you deserve
escape that gray and we'll runaway
yeah, for i know somewhere that we can go
where the waters fine and the peaches grow
they're gettin bigger every day
the air is fair, the weathers perfect
we could use some time, and we deserve it
hey, so come my way
for we got somewhere to be
no one'll catch us, we'll be free
yeah, well time is money, but we ain't got money
so lets use this time while its still sunny
we've been trapped and held down,
nickel and dimed
voice our protest through song and rhyme
we'll run, run, runaway
leave behind our pain and find some better ground
so lets go down
down by the water where the peaches grow
lets go down, lets go down
down to the water to cleanse our souls
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