| You’re with me tonight on this dark highway
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| We’ve run it together so many times
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| We’ve run it for money
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| We’ve run it for music
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| We’ve run it to pay for our innocent crimes
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| I took on my father and I’m still walkin'
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| Took on all comers in some shape or form
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| And I see with the eyes of somethin' wounded
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| Somethin' still standing after the storm
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| Here’s one to glory and survival
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| And stayin' alive
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| It’s the running man’s bible
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| I been next in line
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| I been next to nothin'
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| Been next to bystanders
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| Who shoulda said somethin'
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| It was not in my vision
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| It was not in my mind
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| To return from a mission
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| A man left behind
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| Here’s one to glory
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| And survival
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| And stayin' alive
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| It’s the runnin' man’s bible
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| I don’t speak of the times I’ve nearly died
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| I don’t speak of out lastin' those who are gone
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| Or the things I’ve done
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| I care not to remember
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| Or the desperate measures
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| That might have been wrong
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| Honey, here’s one to glory
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| Here’s to bad weather
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| And all the hard things
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| We’ve been through together
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| Here’s to the golden rule and survival
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| And to stayin' alive
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| It’s the runnin' man’s bible
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| Here’s one to glory and survival
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| And stayin' alive
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| It’s the runnin' man’s bible |