| You’re going nowhere
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| What you gonna do on the run?
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| I’d hate to be in your shoes now, you’ve got to run
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| He’s gonna find you, he’s gonna get you on the run
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| He’s right behind you
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| Don’t look round, he’s got a gun
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| Servitude you escaped from
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| Now you’ve got to hide
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| His servitors are coming in from the other side
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| A quick disguise, you get away, just one more time
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| He keeps on coming, Oh you know he won’t resign
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| You lie awake at night hard a-thinkin'
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| You must not sleep just keep your eyes a-blinkin'
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| Frightened he might come Oh when you’re sleepin'
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| Listen in the bushes, Is that him creepin'?
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| Irrationally you walk the streets at night
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| Your mind is irrevocable by daylight
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| He has a plan to get you it’s a treat
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| He’s got you where he wants
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| You bit the bait
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| You lie awake at night hard a-thinkin'
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| You must not sleep just keep your eyes a-blinkin'
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| Frightened he might come Oh when you’re sleepin'
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| Listen in the bushes Is that him creepin'?
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| A sudden move the bullet yes it hits you hard
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| He’s impeccable you know he caught you off your guard
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| A sudden move, another shot Yeah you provoke
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| It seems to me
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| It was the death finishing stroke |