| He is the runaway, Lie low the wanted man
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| Mask his elusive face, Soon he will getaway and free is his
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| future no more aimless time to spend
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| And evading, he’s escaping
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| Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.
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| Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
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| Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his
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| tail.
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| And yet his joy is empty and sad.
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| All thoughts are scarred with the prison cell and freedom
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| seems like freedom’s hell
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| Hopes stained with strange regret, His dreams are dreams
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| for that he cannot get.
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| And yet his joy is empty and sad.
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| Lose all identity, Vanish in own denial
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| Seeks only lies and hide, Truth never brought to trial.
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| And caught in his own net, he looks to find endless life and
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| evading, he’s escaping
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| Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.
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| Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
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| Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his
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| tail. |