|Guitar:||Robert Gene Ragan II|
Standing side of the street I see her walking away, her car and bags are packed
heading straight for LA. More of a reason to go. Less of a reason to stay. With
every mile she goes a memory fades away. Not really hip in her school,
unsatisfied with her crowd. Only looking for some place where she can be found.
The poetry that she writes, a different kind of release. If they can't hear her
scream, maybe they'll hear her sing.
La La La La,
La La La and I know
That she will be fine if she tries and she sang
The days turned into months, the months they turned into years, on a road to fame
shedding too many tears. A few letters to home it just wasn't the same. They
even made her change her name. Well on the way to work, turned on the radio, and
I heard a familiar voice that I know. She had gotten her dream and became a star
and her voice rang out from in my car.
But she's trying too hard to run away from everything she left behind and if
she's gonna do this on her own then she leaves tonight,
And they called her a runaway.
She said, you’re not gonna take away my dream, cause I’m running away and soon
That things will be fine if I try.
You’re just wasting your breath on me cause I've made up my mind and soon you'll see
that things will be fine if I try
And they called her a runaway
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