Good girls walk fast
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In groups of three
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Fast girls walk slow
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On side streets
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Sometimes the girls who walk alone
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Aren¢¥t found for days or weeks
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On the busy boulevards
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Bad boys call you names
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And cruise you hard
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Bullies laugh and grin and beat
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Your soft skin against
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The cold concrete
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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Knock you down
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Make you bleed
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Make you cry
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And make you think
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I¢¥ll die here soon if I don¢¥t leave
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If I don¢¥t leave if I don¢¥t leave
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This patch of sky and native ground
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Take turns to push and pull you down
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Forget trying to live and be happy
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I¢¥ll take safe and terror free
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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Hit the floor
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Shut off the lights
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As the bullets fly
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Terror rules the dark night
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Dogs hang from the trees
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This training ground for punks and thieves
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Home of poor white retirees
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Who didn¢¥t bail
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And couldn¢¥t sell
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When color made the grass less green
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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Apples are filled with razor blades
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But fools and innocents believe
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That love and faith and truth and beauty
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Can make a garden of this human factory
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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Bad girls run fast
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Leave home alone
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No trace or clue of where they¢¥ve gone
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Sometimes these girls are never found
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Never found never found
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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I¢¥m 3000 miles away
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3,000 Miles
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| Tracy Chapman |
