| Blackbird in the morning sun
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| Casts a shadow on the whites of her eyes
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| She’s a suspect on the run
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| Looking for an alibi
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| She’s a runaway
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| She’s a runaway
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| Closer to the hard up time
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| Her present becomes her past
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| Counts the knots in the ties that bind
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| 'Till the first becomes the last
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| She’s a runaway
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| She’s a runaway
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| She is free, yeah she is free
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| No more names, no more labels can be hung
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| She is free, yeah she is free
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| No more pain, no more sorrows to be sung
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| Ahhh, she’s a runaway
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| Ahhh… Ahhh…
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| Her journey has only just begun
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| Dreams, they cling to her bones
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| Her hair flows in the arc of the sun
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| She’s so far away from home
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| She’s a runaway
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| She’s a runaway
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| She’s a runaway
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| She’s a runaway |