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Higher The The Runaway Artist

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

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

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

where I store the juice And all that jazz Come on, babe We're gonna brush the sky I bet you luck Lindy Never flew so high 'Cause in the stratosphere How

love my darkness, I make them heartless, And in return, the have become my martyrs, I've been in the poem of many a poet, And I reside in the art of many a artist

They love my darkness, I make them heartless, And in return, the have become my martyrs, I've been in the poem of many a poet, And I reside in the art of many a artist