Sheâs a sugar plum in a blue dress
Sheâs worth a million gold pieces
And I see visions in her hair
Of a nuclear sky
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
You can see her pleasure is in your pain
She wonât give warning, sheâll just send dark rain
She will creep back home, she will cry again
With her head in her hands
Yeah I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
Communicationâs ground, all voices are racing through her head
The call to arms, she says âIâll face it if my hell is overheadâ
Iâll carry on believing we can take care
Youâre nice and warm, that saw me through
She told her friends she could fly, too
But when her feet never left the ground
She lives alone down on the red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
And I, Iâm running away from that red farm
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- Ghosts & Graffiti
- Regardless
- John Wesley Harding
- Miscellaneous
- Songs From The Gutter
- Rules For Jokers
- Teach Me To Be Bad (EP)
- Strange Communion
- Liejacker
- Liejacker (Deluxe Version)
- Coming Back to You
- Ghosts & Graffiti (Deluxe)
- Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan
- Chimes of Freedom - The Songs of Bob Dylan (Honoring 50...
- Ghosts & Graffiti (Deluxe Version)
- Heart and Soul
- Love Came Looking for Me
- Regardless (Special Edition)
- As If
- The Lipstick Conspiracies