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Little Runaway

Momma never treated you right honey did she never hold you late at night Did momma never say that she loved ya or did she just stay far away from ya darlin Oh the things in your life they fill ya with stryfe the pain cuts like a knife and things just don't feel right Well leave this place behind and set ease to that mind girl Pack your bags up and get on your way hope they will love you better some day Now you're on the run and the world is holding a gun at your pretty little head now but fear not, you keep runnin' on til you reach that mornin' sun No one can tell you what to do or how you're gonna feel this is your life now sugar it's your turn behind the steering wheel Ain't no time, to doubt yourself little girl It's gonna be fine, just take your time Keep your head on your shoulders you're already acting a little older girl So keep runnin' Runnin' So keep runnin' Runnin Runnin runnin' Straight home to me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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