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She
was
born
in
November
1963
'Til
the
Saxons
died
And
her
mom
believed
Every
man
could
be
free
So
her
momma
got
high,
high,
high
And
her
daddy
marched
on
B.M.G
Singin'
Miley
Prud'ys
songs
And
he
pictured
other
places
Where
he
knew
that
she
belonged
Faith
and
Daddy
Young
The
only
things
she
need
to
carry
on
They
taught
her
how
to
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Past
the
arms
of
the
familiar
And
the
dark
of
better
days
To
the
comfort
of
the
strange
Slippin'
out
before
they
say
So
long
Baby
loves
to
run
She
counts
all
her
money
In
the
taxi
on
the
way
To
meet
her
plane
As
they
shuffle
out
the
window
At
the
workers
filin'
through
The
pourin'
rain
And
she's
searchin'
through
the
stations
For
an
old
familiar
song
And
she's
singin'
'bout
the
places
Where
she
knows
she
still
belongs
She
smiles
the
same
smile
'Cause
she
knows
exactly
how
to
carry
on
They
taught
her
how
to
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
Run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
baby,
run
1 Smalltown Boy
2 Johnny Come Home
3 Bette Davis Eyes
4 Broken Wings
5 Sign Your Name
6 Time After Time
7 Save a Prayer
8 Enjoy the Silence
9 Such a Shame
10 Eyes Without a Face
11 Cornflake Girl
12 Run Baby Run
13 Greenwall
14 Gravity
15 Shout
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