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She was born in November 1963 <br />The day that Aldous Huxley died <br />And her mama believed <br />That every man could be free <br />So her mama got high, high, high <br />And her daddy marched on Birmingham <br />Singing mighty protest songs <br />And he pictured all the places <br />Where he knew that she'd belong <br />But he failed and taught her young <br />The only thing she'd need to carry on <br />He taught her how to <br /> <br />Run, baby, run baby run baby run <br />Baby run <br /> <br />Past the arms of the familiar <br />And their talk of better days <br />To the comfort of the strangers <br />Slipping out before they say <br />so long <br />Baby loves to run <br /> <br />She counts out all her money <br />In the taxi on the way to meet her plane <br />Stares hopeful out the window <br />At the workers fighting <br />Through the pouring rain <br />She's searching through the stations <br />For an unfamiliar song <br />And she's pictures all the places <br />Where she knows she still belongs <br />And she smiles the secret smile <br />Because she knows exactly how <br />To carry on <br /> <br />So run baby, run baby, run baby <br />Run baby, run <br /> <br />From the old familiar faces and <br />Their old familiar ways <br />To the comfort of the strangers <br />Slipping out before they say <br />So long <br />Baby loves to run
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She was born in November 1963 <br />The day that Aldous Huxley died <br />And her mama believed <br />That every man could be free <br />So her mama got high, high, high <br />And her daddy marched on Birmingham <br />Singing mighty protest songs <br />And he pictured all the places <br />Where he knew that she'd belong <br />But he failed and taught her young <br />The only thing she'd need to carry on <br />He taught her how to <br /> <br />Run, baby, run baby run baby run <br />Baby run <br /> <br />Past the arms of the familiar <br />And their talk of better days <br />To the comfort of the strangers <br />Slipping out before they say <br />so long <br />Baby loves to run <br /> <br />She counts out all her money <br />In the taxi on the way to meet her plane <br />Stares hopeful out the window <br />At the workers fighting <br />Through the pouring rain <br />She's searching through the stations <br />For an unfamiliar song <br />And she's pictures all the places <br />Where she knows she still belongs <br />And she smiles the secret smile <br />Because she knows exactly how <br />To carry on <br /> <br />So run baby, run baby, run baby <br />Run baby, run <br /> <br />From the old familiar faces and <br />Their old familiar ways <br />To the comfort of the strangers <br />Slipping out before they say <br />So long <br />Baby loves to run
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