| Movement I
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| Time to tie myself down to the train track
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| Gonna relax and try to explain that I rarely feel alive unless I’m running for
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| my life
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| 'Cause I’m over monsters under the bed
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| But I’ve got suspicion in my head
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| That I’ve got the cure but I’m not so sure that I’ve got the cure
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| So when I hear that whistle blow (Ooh, ooh)
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| That’s when I know it’s time to go
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| All I can do is run
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| All I can do is run
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| All I can do is run
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| Someone tell me where to
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| Someone tell me what from
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| All I can do is run
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| Time to tie myself down to the train track
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| Gonna relax and try to explain that I rarely feel alive unless I’m running for
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| my life
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| 'Cause I’m over monsters under the bed
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| But I’ve got suspicion in my head
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| That I’ve got the cure, but I’m not so sure that I’ve got the cure
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| Movement II
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| I can remember the days in my life
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| When my future looked bright
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| Back before mom had died
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| Before I heard dad coughing up blood in his room
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| And the doctor said «Son, he’ll be joining her soon»
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| And then everything changed
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| What was bright turned to bleak
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| 'Cause everyone seemed to get sick, 'cept for me
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| And my dad’s final cough, where they carted me off
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| They stuck me in hell and they gave me a cross
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| And said «Son, the church is all you’ve got now, got now, son
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| So give your life to God now, God
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| My son, I know you’re scared, I know you’re young
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| Just say your prayers tonight
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| 'Cause nobody’s gonna come
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| 'Cause no one loves an orphan»
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| Movement III
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| I got an old wooden village house
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| And almost every day I’m running 'round the block
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| I got anything anybody could ever want, it’s true
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| Maybe the cold made me move down south
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| And I forgot to wind the grandfather clock
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| I got anything anybody could ever want
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| So I’m spending my time all on you
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| I’m putting myself in your shoes
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| I’m putting myself in your shoes
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| I’m putting myself in your shoes, yeah
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| And I keep on running, running, running, running, running, running,
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| running on home to you, yeah
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| And I keep on running, running, running, running, running, running
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| I got an old wooden village house
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| And almost every day I’m running 'round the block
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| I got anything anybody could ever want, yeah it’s true
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| Maybe the cold made me move down south
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| And I forgot to wind the grandfather clock
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| I got anything anybody could ever want
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| So I’m spending my time all on you
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| I’m putting myself in your shoes
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| I’m putting my hell to good use
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| I’m putting myself in your shoes, yeah
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| And I keep on running, running, running, running, running, running,
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| running on home to you, yeah
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| (Running, running, running, running, running, running)
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| I keep on
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| (Running, running, running, running, running, running)
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| I keep on running, running, running, running, running, running
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| (Running, running, running, running, running, running)
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| (Running, running, running, running, running, running)
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| (Running, running, running, running, running, running)
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| (Running, running, running, running, running, running)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And I keep on running, running, running, running, running, running,
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| running on home to you, yeah yeah yeah
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| Putting myself in your shoes (I'm putting myself in your shoes)
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| I’m putting myself in your shoes (I'm putting my hell to good use)
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| I’m putting myself in your shoes, yeah
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| And I keep on running, running, running, running, running, running,
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| running on home to you, yeah yeah yeah
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| Putting myself in your shoes
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| Putting myself in your shoes |