(harris) 4: 54
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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