| 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.
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| 2. Experience
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| Once I was a boy, an innocent to life and my role in it,
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| This world played my game, and anyone a clown or foil for
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| myself
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| The harmless affairs, and no-one seemed to care for any
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| meaning
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| My life was my own, The debt I paid, I paid it only to
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| myself
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| The unseeing youth, how can it be so shallow and short-
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| sighted
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| These years passed me by, to realise the folly of these unripe
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| years
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| Now I am a man, I realise
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| My unworldly sins pained many lives
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| Yet I heard, heard with ears that wouldn’t listen
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| And still I watched and I saw with blinkered eyes
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| But with age the conscience slowly dawns and bonds of
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| duty gently tied
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| All my sins, seen through now there is experience and
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| recollecting act in virgin guise.
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| Master inner voices, making the choices
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| Once I could rebel and consequences then had no reflection
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| And I am a man, And I am bound by adult age discretion
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| now |