Run, baby, run

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 She was born in November 1963 the 
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day Aldous Huxley died
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 And her mama believed that every 
man could be free
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 So her mama got high, high, high
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 And her daddy marched on Birmingham
 singing mighty protest songs
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 And he pictured all the places 
where he knew that she belonged
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 But he failed and taught her young 
the only thing she's need to carry 
on...

 He taught her how to

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 Run baby run baby run baby run 
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baby run

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     A7                            
 Past the arms of the familiar and 
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their talk of better days
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 To the comfort of the strangers 
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slipping out before they say so 
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long
               E
 Baby loves to run

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 She counts out all her money in 
the taxi on the way to meet her 
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plane
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 Stares hopeful out the window at 
the workers fighting
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 Through the pouring rain
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 And she's searching through the 
stations for an unfamiliar song
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 And she's pictures all the places 
where she knows she still belongs
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         Bb                         
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 And she smiles the secret smile 
because she knows exactly how To 
carry on...

   E                    C#m       
 So run baby run baby run baby run
        Abm      B
 baby run

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 From the old familiar faces and 
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their old familiar ways
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 To the comfort of the strangers 
          C7                     D
slipping out before they say so 
      B
long
                E
 Baby loves to run

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