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Sayer |
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When the sand's too hot to walk on |
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When the air's too foul to breathe |
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Than it's best to keep on pushin' on |
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To a place where you can be free |
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But who are you running to |
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And where are you running from |
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Do you realise in this great big world |
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That there's nowhere that you belong |
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You're just a running man |
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Poor little running man |
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You're just a running man |
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A running man |
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So you sold you soul for silver |
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So you lost your heart for gold |
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So you believed everything that was said to you |
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'Til what was hot felt warm then cold |
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So your best friends changed and hurt you |
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So your lovers were untrue |
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So your belief in yourself was a shallow lie |
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And now you're on the move |
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But who are you running to |
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And where are you coming from |
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Are you all alone in this big big world |
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Do you know why you don't belong |
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You're just a running man |
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Poor little running man |
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You're just a running man |
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A running man |
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Your little shoes will take you |
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Further along the road |
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Your little feet will make you |
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Go where you wanna go |
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But where are you running to |
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And who are you running from |
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When you realise in this big big world |
