| I was running through an empty street
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| Turn the corner I could feel the heat
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| I wore the look of a white face city boy
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| Knew a knife was the only way
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| For a kid living day to day
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| Who cares for a white face city boy
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| Raised in a hard town
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| Nobody pushes me around
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| I got trouble now I’m on the run
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| Running, white face, city boy
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| I was running through an empty night
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| Just the sound of a lovers' fight
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| And the feeling of the wind upon my face
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| I was looking for a place to hide
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| Scared and my eyes were wide
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| No place for a white face city boy
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| Live like a wild thing
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| You can’t tell me anything
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| I got trouble now I’m on the run
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| Running, white face, city boy |