Before the phone hits the receiver
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You're halfway to the door
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The voice said 'get out while you can,
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There's just ten minutes, nothing more'
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Time only for the essentials
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Better gather them and run
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The false name inside the passport,
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The gold bars and the gun
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And once again they've come out of the past
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And though your mind is cool your heart is beating fast
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You've been through it all before
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Each time you wish a little more that you could ask
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What do you want from me?
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What do you need from me?
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There's no rest for the running man
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Why can't you let him be?'
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It's a long and twisting journey
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From the sweeping northern plains
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To the outcrops of the jungle
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Bowed beneath the tropic rains
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In the customs hall the officer
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Takes you to one side
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And his eyes reveal no feeling
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As you hand over the bribe
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And once again you've bought a little time
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And once again you're fading out of sight
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Still the fox is growing older
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As he calls over his shoulder to the night:
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What do you want from me?
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What do you need from me?
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There's no rest for the running man
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Why can't you let him be?
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Here, come over here
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Beneath a sympathetic moon
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We'll sit and talk over old times without a fear
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Another beer, from the cafes of the night
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The tumbling rhythms of guitars ring loud and clear
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One by one they've nailed the others
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But you always got away
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What it is that keeps you just that step ahead
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No one can say
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In one last raid the agents
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Of the dawn break down the door
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Of a house where you were standing
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Maybe just an hour before
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And still the thread continues to unwind
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You take the hidden roads that only you can find
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And should they come upon your tracks
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There's just a question hanging back you left behind
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What do you want from me?
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What do you need from me?
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No rest for the running man
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Why can't you let him be?
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What do you want from me?
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What do you need from me?
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Running Man
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| Al Stewart |
