| She’s got a place where she likes to hide from this
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| Where someday somewhere somehow
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| She’s gonna take a ride from this
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| Running from a holy host of dark angels
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| Out from her beaten past
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| Takes a bus down from nowhere to somewhere
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| Where love was made to last
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| Don’t know where this might lead
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| But the light shines for her still
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| Ain’t gonna crawl
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| No… ain't gonna crawl no more
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| No… ain't gonna lay down here at your door
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| You might find her looking
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| On the outside there and more
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| Ain’t gonna crawl no more
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| No… no more
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| Won’t crawl
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| She took so much abuse
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| Like a scared little girl
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| Down at fourth street and bleaker
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| In the soho world
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| Feels like an outcast there
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| But there’s one thing she knows for sure
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| Ain’t gonna crawl
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| No… ain't gonna crawl no more
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| No… ain't gonna lay down here at your door
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| You might find her looking
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| On the outside there for more
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| Ain’t gonna crawl no more
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| Crazy
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| How the future starts to unwind
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| Hazy
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| Still some things get defined in their own way
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| In their own way
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| No… ain't gonna crawl no more
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| No… ain't gonna lay down here at your door
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| You might find me looking
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| On the outside there and more
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| I ain’t gonna crawl no more
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| No… no more
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| Like a sad dark angel child
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| Lookin' for that door
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| But you can’t find it anywhere
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| Can’t find it anywhere
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| But there’s one thing she knows for sure
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| Ain’t gonna crawl |