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