| Little girl, little girl, why are you crying?
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| Inside your restless soul your heart is dying
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| Little one, little one, your soul is purging
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| Of love and razor blades your blood is surging
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| Runaway
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| From the river to the street and find yourself with your face in the gutter
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| You're a stray for the salvation army
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| There is no place like home when you got no place to go
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| Little girl, little girl, your life is calling
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| The charlatans and saints of your abandon
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| Little one, little one, the sky is falling
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| Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing
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| In the wake all the way no rhyme or reason
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| Your bloodshot eyes will show your heart of treason
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| Little girl, little girl, you're dirty liar
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| You're just a junkie preaching to the choir
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| Runaway
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| From the river to the street and find yourself with your face in the gutter
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| You're a stray for the salvation army
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| There is no place like home when you got no place to go
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| The traces of blood always follow you home like the mascara tears from your getaway
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| You're walking with blisters and running with shears
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| So unholy sister of grace!
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| Runaway
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| From the river to the street and find yourself with your face in the gutter
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| You're a stray for the salvation army
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| There is no place like home |