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Middle Child

Run Like The Nile

She fell so far from grace,
So she took her broken heart to a lonely place.
Out beyond the sun,
You can’t find me here I’m gonna run, run, run, run.

She’s got a burning planet in her solar plexus,
A white supernova buried deep in her chest,
She’s got a big black hole in the centre of her soul,
And she’s gonna run.

Run like the Nile,
Run like the Nile,
Run like the Nile,
From this big bad world.

Run like the Nile,
Run like the Nile,
Run like the Nile,
From this big bad world.

She’s beautiful like gasoline,
Eyes a burning brown.
You can feel her gravitation,
Suck you in and pull you down.

She’s got a burning planet in her solar plexus,
A white supernova buried deep in her chest,
She’s got a big black hole in the centre of her soul,
And she’s gonna run.

Run like the Nile,
Run like the Nile,
Run like the Nile,
From this big bad world.

Run like the Nile,
Run like the Nile,
Run like the Nile,
From this big bad world.

Eeaaa she’s gonna run, run.
Eeaaa she’s gonna run, run.
Ha!

She’s got a burning planet in her solar plexus,
A white supernova buried deep in her chest,
She’s got a big black hole in the centre of her soul,
And she’s gonna run.