| Oh, the rumours are vicious, my ears are burning
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| It’s been a long hard day
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| Telephone rings, I still got nothing to say
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| Considerations tossed out the window
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| I feel a little bit wired
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| The rules say anything goes but I don’t want to play
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| You said I could walk away
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| Take me back to where my life burns
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| I’m still searching for something
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| I’m still looking for someone
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| But I’m caught in the middle
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| Of a broken heart and a life on the run
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| Took a long walk down through the backstreets
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| I heard the city scream
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| Reminds me of the time I run wicked and free
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| And now here I stand all alone
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| But I’m back to where my life burns
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| I’m still searching for something
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| I’m still looking for someone
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| But I’m caught in the middle
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| Of a broken heart and a life on the run
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| One heart, one home
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| But I’m still holding on
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| I’ve loved, but I’ve roamed
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| And now I’m going home, going home, yeah
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| I’m still searching for something
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| Still looking for someone
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| But I’m caught in the middle
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| Of a broken heart and a life on the run
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| I’m still searching for something
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| I’m still looking for someone
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| But I’m caught in the middle
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| Of a broken heart and a life on the run
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| A broken heart and a life on the run
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| A broken heart, life on the run |