They were called The Runners Four.
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Always slipping through the back door
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When they come ashore,
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Sneaking through their precious load,
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Cheating customs in a speedboat.
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When they come in from far away,
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Oh, they never can stay.
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They fly away to other skies
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With the sun in their eyes.
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Make their entrance two by two
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Bringing us a thought that's so new,
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Whistling secret tunes
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And smuggling through their precious smile,
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Breaking customs for a short while.
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Running Thoughts
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| Deerhoof |
