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It's hard to see the light shining so bright. It's hard to see the light in the sky. One day they'll fling a rope tied around your throat And watch you lose the hope in your eyes. You better run, run, run. Through the rain, through the heat. You won't always sleep alone but you won't ever stay to eat. Over the hills. On the rocks, Til the sand runs through your hands like a coffin drops. You better run. (You better run, run, run) Desert turns cold, no long ago. The wind seems to whisper your name. As you ride alone it chills your bones Calling you on to your grave. You better run, run, run. Through the rain, through the heat. You won't always sleep alone but you won't ever stay to eat. Over the hills. On the rocks, Til the sand runs through your hands like a coffin drops. Across the lakes, mountain high. You'll be moving on so fast there'll be no time for goodbyes. Through the rain, through the heat. That's the last thing that you see from the gallows is your feet. You better run You better run run run 5x You better run.
Writer(s): Vasco, Patrick Talbot Richard West Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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