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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





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