| Back to the old way
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| Back to the running, hiding
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| A world of twilight
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| Hiding, fighting, no care
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| No thought of future
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| No thought just running, hiding
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| Do things my own way
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| Pushing, shoving, no care
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| Looking for justice
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| Looking for my piece of dream
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| No chance of winning
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| Kicking, screaming, no care
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| Gonna make it work right
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| Got to make this sad old country pay
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| Will turn my whole world upside down again
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| Be on top of my game somewhere some day
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| Time
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| They say
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| Have to make time
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| They say
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| Follow the signs onward, onward
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| Time
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| Falling down, breaking down
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| Relay
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| Falling down, breaking down
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| Relay
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| Running
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| The dogs are closing in
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| Running
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| Running
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| Waiting for the hand
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| Running
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| Falling down, breaking down
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| Relay
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| Falling down, breaking down
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| Relay
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| Running
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| The dogs are closing in
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| Running
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| Running
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| Waiting for the hand
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| Running
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| There he stands across the street
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| As I call his name his head hangs low
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| Run across to try and catch his eye
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| The crowds I push he turns to go
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| Fade
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| Daylight
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| Sterile white womb
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| Smiling
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| Piece me back together slowly
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| Life
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| Look to the future
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| No more the running, hiding
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| To make my own way
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| Moving, dreaming, searching
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| The more you take, the more you need
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| A lifelong fix, the urge to fuel the greed
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| But things must change, the past to take
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| Destiny, the journey’s mine to make
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| There’s no farewell, no kiss goodbye
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| No sad embrace, no tears are there to cry
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| Turn my back, one grain of sand
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| Heading out across the land
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| Where are you, waiting |