The fox has done running
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And the beast is at bay
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We'd run them in circles
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By the end of the day
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They chased him through brambles
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They chased him through the fields
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They'd chased him for ever
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But the fox would not yield
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And some saw her shadow
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On the crest of a hill
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When the hounds were distracted
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Away from the kill
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One day we'll reach a great ocean
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At the end of a pale afternoon
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And we'll lay down our heads just like we were sleeping
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And be towed by the drag of the moon
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We ran through the forest
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We ran through the streams
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We ran through the heather
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'Til we ran in our dreams
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You were my lover
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And I was your beau
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We ran like the river
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For what else did we know?
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One day we'll reach a great ocean
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At the end of a pale afternoon
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The dogs are all worn out
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And the horses are lame
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The hunters and hunted
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At the end of the game
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Our love was a river
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A wild mountain stream
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In a tumbling fury
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On the edge of a dream
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They chased us through brambles
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They chased us through fields
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They'd chased us forever
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But the heart would not yield
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When the fox had done running
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At the end of the day
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I'm ready to answer
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I'm ready to pay
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And this rivers still running
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And time will come soon
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Carried to the great ocean
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By the drag of the moon
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End Of The Game
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| Sting & Police |
