She was born in November 1963
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The day Aldous Huxley died
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And her mama believed
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That every man could be free
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So her mama got high, high, high
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And her daddy marched on Birmingham
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Singing mighty protest songs
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And he pictured all the places
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That he knew that she belonged
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But he failed and taught her young
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The only thing she's need to carry on
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He taught her how to
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Run baby run baby run baby run
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Baby run
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Past the arms of the familiar
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And their old familiar ways
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To the comfort of the strangers
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Slipping out before they say
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so long
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Baby loves to run
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She counts out all her money
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In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
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Stares hopeful out the window
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At the workers fighting
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Through the pouring rain
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She's searching through the stations
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For an unfamiliar song
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And she's pictures all the places
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Where she knows she still belongs
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And she smiles the secret smile
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Because she knows exactly how
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To carry on
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So run baby run baby run baby run
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Baby run
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From the old familiar faces and
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Their old familiar ways
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To the comfort of the strangers
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Slipping out before they say
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So long
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Baby loves to run
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(Bill Bottrell/David Baerwald/Sheryl Crow)
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Run Baby Run
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| Sheryl Crow |
