| If it’s the rage, it gives and takes
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| And are you lying down
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| Or are you nailed to a stake?
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| There’s nowhere you can go
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| They don’t already know so
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| Where will you run?
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| You’re hiding in your skin
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| Hiding on the fringe, but
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| Where will you run?
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| Yeah, where will you run?
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| Don’t take it hard, you know
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| A fist to a face can be painful, remember?
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| The day you find out
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| That your heart’s been replaced
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| By a stranger, stop
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| There’s nowhere you can hide
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| The hole there in your side
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| Where will you run?
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| There is no one you can lean on
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| Nothing to believe in
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| Where will you run?
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| Yeah, where will you run?
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| Where will you run?
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| Sitting with the dead
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| Slipping through the trees
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| A bullet to the head
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| Can bring you to your knees
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| Listening to the black
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| The voices on the wire
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| They’re breathing through the stacks
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| Go build yourself a fire
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| There’s nowhere you can go
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| They don’t already know so
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| Where will you run?
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| There’s nowhere you can hide
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| The hole there in your side
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| Where will you run?
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| Yeah, where will you run?
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| Where will you run? |