| Chasing unbelief, walking into tomorrow morning
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| Trying to figure why I would do this to myself
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| My pennies turn to nothing
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| My wine has turned to water
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| I like to say at least I’ve got my health
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| I turn another corner if my shoes had only let me
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| Rest my head in your arms
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| Settle down and get some sleep
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| My pennies turn to nothing
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| My wine has turned to water
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| Around the corner, Monday will (?)
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| I’ve lost and I’ve won
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| And I’ve done what I’ve done
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| And I’ve found out it’s the first day of the sun
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| But I’ll keep running, running
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| Now I’m young and wild and free
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| Yes I’ll be where I want to be
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| Oh I’ll keep running, running
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| Running away
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| Fickle friends came closer
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| Gathered round and did the talking
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| Someone flash the bill
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| I thought I best not intervene
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| I called another number
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| Ignored another warning
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| Did my usual (?) routine
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| I’ve lost and I’ve won
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| And I’ve done what I’ve done
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| And I’ve found out it’s the first day of the sun
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| But I’ll keep running, running
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| Now I’m young and wild and free
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| Yes I’ll be where I want to be
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| Oh I’ll keep running, running
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| Running away
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| Running away
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| Oh I’ll keep running, running
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| Now I’m young and wild and free
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| Yes I’ll be where I want to be
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| Oh I’ll keep running, running
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| Running away
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| I’ve lost and I’ve won
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| And I’ve done what I’ve done
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| And I’ve found out it’s the first day of the sun |