Today all the screens in the shop windows showed pictures of missing children
I felt a cigarette was necessary
The images reflected on the glass
Looked like the televisions were watching themselves.
Men and women, tightly gripped their sons and their daughters
And you could tell that they were scared
I would be too if I had someone to love.
Run away from home kids.
Run the fuck away
Buy a punk album in 1978
And fall in love with girls with guitars who you'll never meet.
Spend time in supermarkets, you'll probably feel closest to the ones you left behind there
Watch films you don't like
Never take advice from someone who says they want to study art
Because there is no art
There's just love, hate, canvas and dumb luck
So run away from home kids
Run the fuck away.
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