| Run, run as fast as they can
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| They can’t catch the gingerbread man
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| A thousand miles of road behind
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| I’ve got to run, yes I’ve got to hide
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| If my scent is picked up
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| Then I’ll thrown them off the trail
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| I’ll stow away, I’ll steal a car, I’ll ride the rails
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| Black helicopters shining lights on where I’ve been
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| And in a dumpster they won’t see me flash a grin
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| I’ll win
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| I’m gonna fight tooth and nail
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| (yeah)
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| But in the meanwhile
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| I’m on the run
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| On the run
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| On the run
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| Fake ID cards and I’ve got a new disguise
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| And I hope I go unnoticed because no one’s seen my eyes
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| I slide through in public view
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| I do what I’ve got to do
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| Be it run or take a stand
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| I become the every man and fade away
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| Just like a chameleon I rearrange my style
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| Moving past security I nod and flash a smile
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| Now I’ll need a decoy, now where’s a «dancing monkey»
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| They ain’t catching this boy cause I’m just far too funky, baby
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| I’m gonna fight tooth and nail
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| (yeah)
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| I’m gonna fight tooth and nail
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| (yeah)
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| But in the meanwhile
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| I’m on the run
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| On the run
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| On the run
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| The message has come
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| The planet is done
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| Look up to the skies
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| And open your eyes |