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O'Keefe
Your daddy hit you
And you fell to the floor
And you knew that you weren't
Daddy's girl no more
So you packed your bag
And you hitched a ride
And you ended up
On the under side
Of a New York night
What a lonely place
Too many people
And not enough space
For a runaway
You don't want to leave
But there's no where to stay
So you runaway from home
Nobody's willing
To lend you a hand
'Cept the pimp who thinks
He's a businessman
He'll tear the spirit
Away from the soul
He'll sell you in pieces
He'll sell you whole
To withered men
Who think it's funny
Being fourteen
Selling your love for money
When you run away
When you run away
You don't want to leave
But there's no where to stay
So you runaway from home
You never get love
You live without hope
Like dangling too long
At the end of a rope
We're a nation of strangers
Most of us blind
Our children will lead us
Or leave us behind
When they run away
They don't want to leave
But they don't want to stay
So they run away
Yes they run away - from home
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