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Follow us: Facebook: Instagram: Worldwide booking: booking@ The runaway bride is back in town And his end is at hands With arms open wide What goes around Will come around In white dress and tear stains All of his pennies could not buy a boat To runaway Runaway too Wherever he went His clothes were soaked with you The longer the distance The cheaper the journey From the rifle's wrong end To the angels up high The runaway bride Will get there someday For now there was comfort to hide in the clouds With eye sockets deep, as thin as a scarecrow As sweet as revenge to suck her lips dry In three hundred days of dormancy, dreamless She gave back the dowry, two coins for his eyes For what goes around comes around In white dress and tear stains She goes around, she comes
