| Song | I Run |
| Artist | Rosie Thomas |
| Album | When We Were Small |
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| [00:29.38] | I Run |
| [00:30.92] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [00:36.38] | You to the apple tree in my yard |
| [00:42.91] | With my dress all bundled up in my hands |
| [00:49.92] | Dirt on my feet I am dreaming again. |
| [00:57.42] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [01:04.21] | You to the lilac tree in my yard |
| [01:10.84] | No more swing set for the girl who is all grown up |
| [01:17.73] | No more tea parties parades or mothers in love. |
| [01:42.53] | I hold my breath past the cemetery |
| [01:46.10] | My brother wins, he can hold it much longer then me |
| [01:52.60] | Gravel roads make car keys rattle on steering wheels |
| [01:59.40] | Children and horses, old barns, and old automobiles. |
| [02:06.70] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [02:13.23] | You to the watered streets of Oregon |
| [02:20.60] | With a coffee cup half full in my hands |
| [02:27.78] | And I鈥檓 praying my savior would just |
| [02:33.31] | Place a gun in my hands. |
| [03:03.35] | I run, I walk, I lie far from |
| [03:09.75] | Freaks and lying cheats on the tip of my tongue |
| [03:16.63] | The moon hides in the sky behind rows of tree tops |
| [03:23.51] | And I鈥檓 wishing I was somewhere up there |
| [03:29.01] | With the mermaids and stars. |
| [03:31.32] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [03:37.40] | Reality to escape who I鈥檝e become |
| [03:45.22] | Insanity is close at my back |
| [03:52.00] | And I鈥檓 getting rather numb from the snakes |
| [03:55.38] | Who have blurred my vision |
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| [00:29.38] | I Run |
| [00:30.92] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [00:36.38] | You to the apple tree in my yard |
| [00:42.91] | With my dress all bundled up in my hands |
| [00:49.92] | Dirt on my feet I am dreaming again. |
| [00:57.42] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [01:04.21] | You to the lilac tree in my yard |
| [01:10.84] | No more swing set for the girl who is all grown up |
| [01:17.73] | No more tea parties parades or mothers in love. |
| [01:42.53] | I hold my breath past the cemetery |
| [01:46.10] | My brother wins, he can hold it much longer then me |
| [01:52.60] | Gravel roads make car keys rattle on steering wheels |
| [01:59.40] | Children and horses, old barns, and old automobiles. |
| [02:06.70] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [02:13.23] | You to the watered streets of Oregon |
| [02:20.60] | With a coffee cup half full in my hands |
| [02:27.78] | And I huo hui praying my savior would just |
| [02:33.31] | Place a gun in my hands. |
| [03:03.35] | I run, I walk, I lie far from |
| [03:09.75] | Freaks and lying cheats on the tip of my tongue |
| [03:16.63] | The moon hides in the sky behind rows of tree tops |
| [03:23.51] | And I huo hui wishing I was somewhere up there |
| [03:29.01] | With the mermaids and stars. |
| [03:31.32] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [03:37.40] | Reality to escape who I huo ji e become |
| [03:45.22] | Insanity is close at my back |
| [03:52.00] | And I huo hui getting rather numb from the snakes |
| [03:55.38] | Who have blurred my vision |
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| [00:29.38] | I Run |
| [00:30.92] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [00:36.38] | You to the apple tree in my yard |
| [00:42.91] | With my dress all bundled up in my hands |
| [00:49.92] | Dirt on my feet I am dreaming again. |
| [00:57.42] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [01:04.21] | You to the lilac tree in my yard |
| [01:10.84] | No more swing set for the girl who is all grown up |
| [01:17.73] | No more tea parties parades or mothers in love. |
| [01:42.53] | I hold my breath past the cemetery |
| [01:46.10] | My brother wins, he can hold it much longer then me |
| [01:52.60] | Gravel roads make car keys rattle on steering wheels |
| [01:59.40] | Children and horses, old barns, and old automobiles. |
| [02:06.70] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [02:13.23] | You to the watered streets of Oregon |
| [02:20.60] | With a coffee cup half full in my hands |
| [02:27.78] | And I huǒ huǐ praying my savior would just |
| [02:33.31] | Place a gun in my hands. |
| [03:03.35] | I run, I walk, I lie far from |
| [03:09.75] | Freaks and lying cheats on the tip of my tongue |
| [03:16.63] | The moon hides in the sky behind rows of tree tops |
| [03:23.51] | And I huǒ huǐ wishing I was somewhere up there |
| [03:29.01] | With the mermaids and stars. |
| [03:31.32] | I run, I run, I run far from |
| [03:37.40] | Reality to escape who I huǒ jí e become |
| [03:45.22] | Insanity is close at my back |
| [03:52.00] | And I huǒ huǐ getting rather numb from the snakes |
| [03:55.38] | Who have blurred my vision |