You're on your own, back on the street,
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Out in the cold you feel the heat.
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One way ticket to nowhere at your feet.
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Take what you need, a word to the wise,
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Only the weak need alibis.
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Stakes are too high, zero again,
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No second chances at the end.
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Run, tell me where you're going to run to?
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Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to?
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Where you're going to run?
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Born on the wrong side of the track
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Never defend, you just attack.
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Don't try turning around, you can't look back.
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Nothing to win, nothing to lose,
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Tell me you're wrong to light the fuse
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Head in the sand, we can survive,
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One step ahead to stay alive.
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Run, tell me where you're going to run to?
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Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to?
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Where you're going to run?
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Tell me where you're going to run to?
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Run, tell me where you're going to run to?
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Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to?
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Where you're going to run?
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Tell me where you're going to run to?
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Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to?
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Where you're going to run?
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Tell me where you're going to run to?
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Run
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| John Miles |
