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