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You better run You better run and run and run |
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You better run You better run |
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You better run to the City of Refuge |
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You better run You better run |
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You better run to the City of Refuge |
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You stand before your maker |
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In a state of shame |
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Because your robes are covered in mud |
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While you kneel at the feet |
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Of a woman of the street |
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The gutters will run with blood |
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They will run with blood! |
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You better run, you better run |
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You better run to the City of Refuge |
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You better run, you better run |
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You better run to the City of Refuge |
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In the days of madness |
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My brother, my sister |
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When you're dragged toward the Hell-mouth |
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You will beg at the end |
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But there ain't gonna be one, friend |
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For the grave will spew you out |
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It will spew you out! |
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You better run, you better run |
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You better run to the City of Refuge |
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You better run, you better run |
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You better run to the City of Refuge |
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You'll be working in the darkness |
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Against your fellow man |
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And you'll find you're called to come forth |
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So you'll scrub and you'll scrub |
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But the trouble is, bud |
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The blood it won't wash off |
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No, it won't come off! |
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You better run, you better run |
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You better run to the City of Refuge |
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You better run, you better run |
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You better run and run and run |
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You better run to the City of Refuge |