Fugitive

I've been sitting here for many days now

They've been looking for me for many days too

From where I'm sitting

I can see their angry faces

It's only a matter of time

They'll be on to me

The sirens, helicopters and tings

The bloodhounds are on my tail, Oh God

Just in minutes

They'll be tearing me apart

If I don't do now

What I've been doing all my life

I'll be running... all my life

I'm the running man

The fugitive

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My father had friends in high places

And in low places too

Everytime we asked him to stop running

We would say

"Leave all to me, I'll make it right"

Today he's gone, I'm still running

Coyotes and vultures closing in on me

I take it a warning

I'll be running

I'll be running

'Cause I can