| Where you off to, Janie Blu?
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| Don’t you know that your daddy ain’t home?
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| He went and left that blame with you
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| And that’s a real heavy thing to hold, to hold
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| Ayy
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| I’ve seen you lean on sweet addictions
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| When the pain’s just a little too much
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| Do you think you’ll find redemption
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| In the arms of a stranger’s touch, a stranger’s touch?
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| Ayy
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| Why you wanna keep runnin'
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| From the one thing that’s been true?
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| I know I can’t keep clingin'
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| To my Janie Blu
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| Sometimes, I think you might be healing
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| And other times, I ain’t so sure
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| Girl, there ain’t no shame in bleeding
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| But no such thing as pure
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| Why you wanna keep runnin'
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| From the one thing that’s been true?
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| I know I can’t keep clingin'
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| To my Janie Blu
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| Well, I’ve held you through the darkness
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| But, girl, I must confess
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| Right now, I’m barely hangin' on
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| Like the cross around your neck
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| Why you wanna keep runnin'
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| From the one thing that’s been true?
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| I can’t keep clingin'
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| To my Janie Blu |