The Heat Is On

de Marcus Layton

You leave in the morning with everything you own in a little black case
Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face
Father will never understand why you had to leave
But the answers you seek will never be found at home

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away

Pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely girl
You were the one they'd talk about around town as they put you down

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away

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