| When the sand’s too hot to walk on
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| When the air’s too foul to breathe
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| Than it’s best to keep on pushin' on
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| To a place where you can be free
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| But who are you running to
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| And where are you running from
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| Do you realise in this great big world
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| That there’s nowhere that you belong
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| You’re just a running man
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| Poor little running man
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| You’re just a running man
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| A running man
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| So you sold you soul for silver
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| So you lost your heart for gold
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| So you believed everything that was said to you
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| 'Til what was hot felt warm then cold
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| So your best friends changed and hurt you
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| So your lovers were untrue
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| So your belief in yourself was a shallow lie
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| And now you’re on the move
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| But who are you running to
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| And where are you coming from
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| Are you all alone in this big big world
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| Do you know why you don’t belong
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| You’re just a running man
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| Poor little running man
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| You’re just a running man
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| A running man
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| Your little shoes will take you
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| Further along the road
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| Your little feet will make you
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| Go where you wanna go
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| But where are you running to
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| And who are you running from
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| When you realise in this big big world |