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Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.

You better cleverly make your face up in

Your favourite disguise.

With your button down lips and your

Roller blind eyes.

With your empty smile

And your hungry heart.

Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.

With your nerves in tatters

As the cockleshell shatters

And the hammers batter

Down yer door.

You'd better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.

You better run all day

And run all night.

Keep your dirty feelings

Deep inside.

And if you're taking your girlfriend

Out tonight

You'd better park the car

Well out of sight.

Cause if they catch you in the back seat

Trying to pick her locks,

They're gonna send you back to mother

In a cardboard box.

You better run.