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in the here and the now i´ll wait down among the young and the old
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with the moon and the ground i play with my childern in my home
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this is for the daughters and sons of forgotten one´s learning how to stand
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this is for the innocent unknown´s buried in the sand
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all running from a sound of a gun
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running from the sound of a gun ´till you´re weary
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running from the sound of a gun
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running from the sound of a gun
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from the crack in the blackness i´ll wake, it´s getting closer every night
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in my city the playground is a battleground between the wrong and the right
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i could run free as a child i was safe and wild, naked, and unarmed
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now i´m gone and safe in my home but some will never stop
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running from the sound of a gun
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running from the sound of a gun ´till they´re weary
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running from the sound of a gun
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running from the sound of a gun
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the open mouth of the city swallowed up the town
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on that same old concrete that i still walk down
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and it seemed they put a shine on this place when i was young
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well maybe i just don´t see it now
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running from the sound of a gun
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running from the sound of a gun ´till i´m weary
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running from the sound of a gun
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running from the sound of a gun
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hey!
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i´m running from the sound of a gun
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i´m running from the sound of a gun
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i´m running from the sound of a gun
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i´m running from, running from the sound of a gun
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