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Standing side of the street |
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I see her walking away |
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Her car and bags are packed |
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Heading straight for L.A. |
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More of a reason to go |
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Less of a reason to stay |
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With every mile she goes |
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A memory fades away |
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Not really hip in her school |
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Unsatisfied with her crowd |
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Only looking for someplace |
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Where she can be found |
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The poetry that she writes |
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A different kind of release |
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If they can't hear her scream |
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Maybe they'll hear her sing |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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And I know that she will be fine if she tries |
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The days turned into months |
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The months they turned into years |
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On a road to fame |
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Shedding too many tears |
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A few letters to home |
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It just wasn't the same |
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They even made her change her name |
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Well on the way to work |
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Turned on the radio |
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And I heard a familiar voice that I know |
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She had gotten her dream |
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And became a star |
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And her voice rang out from in my car |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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And I know that she will be fine if she tries |
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And she sang |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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And I know that she will be fine if she tries |
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But she's trying to hard to run away |
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From everything she left behind |
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And if she's gonna do this on her own then she leaves tonight |
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And they call her a runaway |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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And I know that she will be fine if she tries |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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And I know that she will be fine if she tries |
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And she said |
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'You're not gonna take away my dream (la, la, la, la) |
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Cause I'm running away and soon you'll see (la, la, la, and I know) |
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That things will be fine if I try' (that she will be fine if she tries) |
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And she said |
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'You're just wasting your breath on me (la, la, la, la) |
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Cause I made up my mind and soon you'll see (la, la, la, and I know) |
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That things will be fine if I try' (that she will be fine if she tries) |
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And they called her a runaway |
