Run, baby, run

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She was born in November 1963 - the day that Aldous Huxley died
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And her mama believed that every man could be free
G#    A7
So her mama got high, high, high
B      C7
And her daddy marched on Birmingham singing mighty protest songs
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And he pictured all the places where he knew that she'd belong
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But he failed and taught her young the only thing she'd need to carry on

He taught her how to

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Run baby run baby run baby run baby run
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Run baby run baby run baby run baby run
         A7                             C7
Past the arms of the familiar and their talk of better days
       A7                                 C7                      D     B
To the comfort of the strangers, slipping out before they say "so long"
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Baby loves to run

She counts out all her money in the taxi on the way to meet her plane
And stares hopeful out the window
at the workers fighting through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song
And she's thinking 'bout all the places where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile because she knows exactly how to carry on

So run baby run baby run baby run baby run
Run baby run baby run baby run baby run
From the old familiar faces and their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers, slipping out before they say "so long"
Baby loves to run

She's searching through the stations for an unfamiliar song
And she pictures all the places where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile that shows she knows exactly how to carry on

So run baby run baby run baby run baby run...