Run Baby Run

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She was born in November 1963 - the day that 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'd belong
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But he failed and taught her young the only thing she'd need to carry on

He taught her how to

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