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I was running through an empty street |
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Turn the corner I could feel the heat |
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I wore the look of a white face city boy |
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Knew a knife was the only way |
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For a kid living day to day |
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Who cares for a white face city boy |
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Raised in a hard town |
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Nobody pushes me around |
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I got trouble now I'm on the run |
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Running, white face, city boy |
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I was running through an empty night |
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Just the sound of a lovers' fight |
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And the feeling of the wind upon my face |
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I was looking for a place to hide |
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Scared and my eyes were wide |
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No place for a white face city boy |
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Live like a wild thing |
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You can't tell me anything |
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I got trouble now I'm on the run |
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Running, white face, city boy |
