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She was Eborn in November 1963 the day Aldous HuxleyAbm died
F#m And her mama believed that every man could be free
So her maAma got high, high, high
AnCd her daddy marched on Birmingham singing mighty protest songs
Am And he pictured all the places where he knew that she belonged
But heF failed and taught her young thBbe only thing she's need to carryB on...
He taught her how to
ERun baby run baby ruC#mn baby run baby rAbmun B
PastA the arms of the familiar and theirC talk of better days
To the Acomfort of the strangers slipping Cout before they say so Dlong B
Baby loves to Erun
E She counts out all her money in the taxi on the way to meet her Abmplane
StaF#mres hopeful out the window at the workers fighting
Through the pouriAng rain
And she'Cs searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song
And shAme's pictures all the places where she knows she still belongs
AFnd she smiles the secret smile because she Bbknows exactly how To carry Bon...
SoE run baby run baby ruC#mn baby run baby ruAbmn B
From the Aold familiar faces and their Cold familiar ways
To the Acomfort of the strangers slipping Cout before they say so Dlong B
Baby loves to rEun
Contribuição: Lúcio Manzi Portella(email protected)
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