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Before the phone hits the receiveryou're halfway to the doorthe voice said "get out while you can,theres just 10 minutes, nothing more" |
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Time for only the essentials, better gather them and run |
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The false name inside the passport, the gold bars and the gun. |
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And once again they've come out of the pastand though your mind is cool, your heart's beating fast |
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You've been through it all beforeeach time you wish a little more than you can ask."what do you want from me?What do you need from me?There's no rest for the running manWhy can't you let him be?" |
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Its a long and twisting journey, from the sweeping northern plains,to the outcrops of the jungle bowed beneath the tropic rains |
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In the customs hall the officer takes you to one sideand his eyes reveal no feeling as you hand over the bribe |
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And once again you've bought a little time |
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And once again you're fading out of sight |
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Still the fox is growing older, as he calls over your shoulder to thenight |
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Here, come over here..beneath a sympathetic moonwe'll sit and talk over old times without a fearanother beer, from the cafes of the nightthe tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear |
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One by one they've nailed the others, but you always got away |
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What it is that keeps you just that step ahead, no one can sayin one last raid the agents of the dawn break down the doorof a house where you were standing maybe just an hour beforeand still the thread continues to unwindyou take the hidden roads that only you can findand should they come upon your trackstheres just a question hanging back you left behind"what do you want from me? What do you need from me?" |
