歌词

Fantasise of the escape, Although I do it most days Got the black dog to the gate, But he never liked to run, Run, run, run. Run, run, run. I can't see, this part is grey. Tomb stone all covered in ash Houdini show me your ways, I disappear in a flash. Run, run. Run, run, run. Fantasise of the escape, Although I do it most days. Got the black dog to the gate, But he, he never like to run Run, run, run Oh, run Run, run, run Oh, run Run, run, run Oh, run Run, run, run Oh, run Run, run, run Run, run, run, run, oh run
Writer(s): Oscar Ormond Mein, Conor George Jopp Feehly, Max Carlisle Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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