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On the Run

One early morning I just pack a bag and leave

I Knew this day would come where Iwould have to flee

The men in black suits they are always watching me

I cannot stay here now I can no longer be

Things that pose a threat,

Seem so real in my head

Them I stop and stare,

They are really there

I meet a stranger who lets me hitch a ride out west...

He talks a lot and bores me yet I feel so blessed

And after hundreds of miles we do part our ways

On different roads we travel on and on for days

Things I'm running from,

The beat of different drums

Then I stop and see,

Them catching up with me

Things that pose a threat,

Seem so real in my head

Them I stop and stare,

They are really there

Things I'm running from,

The beat of different drums

Then I stop and see,

Them catching up with me.