It¡¯s funny I never thought that I¡¯d be homeless
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I used to walk by them, now I¡¯m living on the corners
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Stretching for a touch of a hand, a dollar bill or a chance
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Give me your sandwich bag, man I¡¯ll do anything
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With thoughts of desperation my hearts racing
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I¡¯m not star gazing I could die of starvation
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Hallucinated from the day¡¯s wasted
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Lost track of time while my mind aging
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People looking at me like a lost patient
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Like I¡¯m already dead why they all hating
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Did I choose this life, or life choose me
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I ran away at sweet 16 mommy do you miss me, this is Krissy
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So I run, and I run, and I ran and I ran praying maybe some day we meet again
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Cause It hurts when you hurt, and I hurt
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and I feel, like I¡¯m healed can we all just make a mends
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I run and I run and I run, and I run
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Good bye to the world, good bye to my girl
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Say hello to my home the street corner
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Its absurd every word that was spoken
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It must come alive cause my life is still broken
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Wondering did I miss it, what mistake did I make? Can I fix it?
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These streets of gone ballistic
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This isn¡¯t what I thought it would be, where¡¯s daddy
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Is he still mad at me, I wonder would he have me
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Back in the home, back in the zone, back where I can¡¯t eat
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Where¡¯s there¡¯s heat and use a phone
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Cause it hurts and I know I never said good bye
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I ran away I thought like anything I could fly
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Mom and dad are you there, are you listening
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I want to come home, but scared of the mess I¡¯m in
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Please forgive me of the things I committed
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Against you against me, our family tree
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And I know we haven¡¯t spoke in so long, I was so wrong
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To think I could live on, on my own accord
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I¡¯m a take the train home, but I need to know
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If you¡¯ll welcome me back through your life¡¯s door?
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Show me a sign with a red ribbon, hang one on the side of the train building
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And if I see it than I¡¯ll know that your still willing,
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And if not I won¡¯t ever call or visit
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I¡¯ll pretend that I¡¯m re-living the beginning,
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Like when we used talk in the kitchen, without all the fights & friction
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This is me wishing, one of your ex children
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Picturing praying that you got the same feelings,
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Runaway
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