| Beatrix runs because she knows
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| that her heart beats like a vagabond’s
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| Breathing hard and looking back —
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| her past is breathing down her neck.
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| Up the hill, through gate
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| Cross a bridge
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| Oh, it is taking her away.
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| Mom and Dad are fast asleep
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| and the sunrise creeping down the street
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| Wake up soon, but there’s no note
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| She is gone, she’s taken by the road
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| a little girl in a dress
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| like a ghost, swallowed by the mist.
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| Don’t tell me how to live my life
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| or tell me how to be alive
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| Mama dear, Daddy dear
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| You know I’ll be alright
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| Of all those lessons you could teach
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| you failed to practice what you preach
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| Mama dear, Daddy dear
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| I don’t belong to you
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| I’m headed for the night.
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| Beatrix runs because she feels
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| there’s a mire sucking at her heels
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| a prom queen dress, a waiting mould
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| and good girls do what they’ve been told
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| Up ahead there’s a flash —
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| It is dawn — and she is gone.
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| Don’t tell me how to live my life
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| or tell me how to be alive
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| Mama dear, Daddy dear
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| You know I’ll be alright
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| Of all those lessons you could teach
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| you failed to practice what you preach
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| Mama dear, Daddy dear
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| I’m leaving at first light.
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| And all those plans you made for me
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| the daughter I will never be
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| the soccer shoes and magazines
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| I’m leaving them behind
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| Those pictures hanging on the wall
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| are telling me it’s all my fault
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| But I can hear another voice
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| that’s calling me away, away
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| Away.
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| Don’t tell me how to live my life
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| or tell me how to feel alive
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| Mama dear, Daddy dear
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| you know I’ll be alright
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| The road is waiting in the haze
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| the peaks and valleys of my days
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| and all I know is
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| wherever I, where I may go
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| I’ll be alright —
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| I’m headed for the night. |