Into the night, but out of the dark,
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To be cornered and yet to survive,
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The jester performed, with his body he scorned,
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With his voice he amused, and a little confused
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His masters the King and Queen,
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The laugh of the King was clear and strong,
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So out of fear the crowd laughed along,
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And how I'd love to leave here,
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Moving under...
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Lost in space and with no hiding place,
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And no chance of staying alive,
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His men turn to him with confident eyes,
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They've been in trouble before, but still they're alive
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They're sure he'll think of something,
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But slowly their eyes take on looks that accuse
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As they realize, he know they must lose,
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And how I'd love to leave here,
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Moving under...
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Doesn't anybody know that I am on the run?
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How I'd love to leave here,
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Always moving on,
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Always moving on somewhere that doesn't mean a thing,
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How I'd love to leave here,
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How I'd love to be there,
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Always on the run,
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Always searching for some place that I can be alone,
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Doesn't anybody know the reason why?
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Doesn't anybody know the reason why?
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Into the night, but out of the dark,
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To be cornered and yet to survive,
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The Fugitive runs, though his hands are tied,
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His legs are in irons but his head's held high.
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He knows how not to feel.
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The time is right to move out of the night,
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Into the light and stay out of sight,
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How I'd love to leave there.
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Moving under...
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Doesn't anybody know the reason why?
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Doesn't anybody know the reason why?
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Moving Under
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| Tony Banks |
