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As you were, like a child |
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Innocent and running Wild |
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And now you're old and you're grey haired |
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Your dead-eyed stare |
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You're running Scared |
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When you were young the fires spread |
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Southeasterly to Beachy head |
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And London's husk out rust |
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That fled the lungs a bag of dust |
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Draw a line in the sand |
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Coast-to-coast and man-to-man |
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Repopulate the Sherwood Forest |
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And lynch the deathly pale this honest |
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Carve a scar across the earth |
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Visible from high above |
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North and south, sever ties |
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Kiss your enemies goodbye |
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Hold of my heart like a stone |
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Over waters deep below |
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And running home, through the night |
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I was running fast |
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I was running scared |
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I was running wild |