The Fugitive
On a cold October morningAs frost lay on the groundWaiting to make my moveI made no sound
Waiting for the mist to cover all aroundI carefully picked my time then took the wall
I'm sick and tired of runningThe hunger and the painA stop to look about then off again
Being at the wrong placeAnd at the wrong timeSuspected of a hit that was my crime
[Chorus:]I am a fugitive being hunted down like gameI am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Always looking 'round meForever looking backI'll always be a target for attack
Every morning onwardsAlways on the runWaiting for a sight of a loaded gun
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Even if I find themAnd get to clear my nameI know that things can never be the same
But if I ever proveMy innocence some dayI've got to get them all to make them pay
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