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All those wires that froze a man |
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They can't keep up with me |
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If you hide in broken-promise-land |
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You can't get too close, ya see |
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Off and running through the backdoor |
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Off and running through the fields |
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As long as I can find the way home |
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Too often I run for what's real |
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Run, run, run |
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Run, run, run |
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Run, run, run |
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Well a fools gold is all I make |
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But everything blows away |
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Hold you in my arms |
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Maybe for one more day |
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Off and running through the backdoor |
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Off and running through the fields |
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As long as I can find the way home |
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Too often I run from what's real |
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How would your life |
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Be right without me |
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I know where my p |
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Peace of mind will come from |
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Blown wide open |
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Out in the open |
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How much further |
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'Til I never come back |
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All those wires that froze 'em in |
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They can't keep up with me |
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Off and running through the backdoor |
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Off and running through the fields |
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As long as I can find the way home |
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Too often I run from what's real |
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Run, run, run |
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Run, run, run |
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Run, run, run |
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Run, run, run |