The Fugitive - текст песни
The Fugitive
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On a cold October morning As frost lay on the ground Waiting to make my move I make no sound
Waiting for the mist to cover all around I carefully picked my time then took the wall
I'm sick and tired of running The hunger and the pain A stop to look about then off again
Being at the wrong place And the wrong time Suspected of a hit that was my crime
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Always looking 'round me Forever looking back I'll always be a target for attack
Ever moving onwards Always on the run Waiting for the sight of a loaded gun
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Even if I find them And get to clear my name I know that things can never be the same
But if I ever prove My innocence some day I've got to get them all to make them pay
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
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