runaway
I hear a distant laughter, the sound lingers on.
It makes me sometimes wish, i was headed home.
These streets they now own me, they will never let me go.
For they have taken my pride, my heart to them i've sold.
My stomach is always empty, my veins are never full.
I can never push, i always have to pull.
I hear i distant laughter, the sound lingers on.
It makes me sometimes wonder, if i could go back home.
Dianne Burnette
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