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I got a mother |
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I got a father |
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Diamond rations, stark white collar |
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She looks good |
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He makes the dollars |
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I'm just free to do what I wanna |
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I gotta run |
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Run, run, run |
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I gotta run |
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Mama's at ease in socialite graces |
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Papa remembers the names with the faces |
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I can speak on the topic of religion |
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Just can't seem to make a clear decision |
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I gotta run |
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Run, run, run |
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Run to the City of Refuge |
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I gotta run |
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I gotta run |
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Mama's got a lover |
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Papa thinks he's sober |
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Pray on my knees, the clouds keep fallin' over |
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Torn down the lace |
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Booze on his collar |
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They never ask if the secret's boiling over |
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Under white sheets where all I do is wonder |
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When I'm gonna run |
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Run, run, run |
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Run to the City of Refuge |
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Where everyone is made new |
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I gotta run |
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I gotta run |
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Where there's a mother |
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Where there's a father |
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Adam's on the roof and Eve is in the gutter |
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Eden's on the far side |
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Where the circle started |
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To run with the gods, you gotta run harder |
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Run, run, run |
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Run to the City of Refuge |
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Where everyone is made new |
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Oh the City of Refuge |
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Where everyone is made new |
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Oh the City of Refuge |
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Where our burdens lay in the town |
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Where we came from |
