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He is the runaway |
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Lie low the wanted man |
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Mask his elusive face |
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Soon he will getaway |
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And free is his future |
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No more aimless time to spend |
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And evading, he's escaping |
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Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more. |
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Run in the underwood |
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Cover and hide the trail |
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Senses like sharpened sword |
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Guards for the shadow on his tail. |
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And yet his joy is empty and sad. |
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All thoughts are scarred with the prison cell |
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And freedom seems like freedom's hell |
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Hopes stained with strange regret |
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His dreams are dreams for that he cannot get. |
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And yet his joy is empty and sad. |
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Lose all identity |
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Vanish in own denial |
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Seeks only lies and hide |
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Truth never brought to trial. |
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And caught in his own net |
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He looks to find endless life |
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And evading, he's escaping |
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Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more. |
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Run in the underwood |
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Cover and hide the trail |
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Senses like sharpened sword |
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Guards for the shadow on his tail. |
