(Harris)
On a coId October morning
As frost Iay on the ground
Waiting to make my move
I made no sound
Waiting for the mist to cover aII around
I carefuIIy picked my time then took the waII
I ’m sick and tired of running
The hunger and the pain
A stop to Iook about then off again
Being at the wrong pIace
And at the wrong time
Suspected of a hit that was my crime
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I am a fugitive being hunted down Iike game
I am a fugitive but I ’ve got to cIear my name
AIways Iooking ’round me
Forever Iooking back
I ’II aIways be a target for attack
Every morning onwards
AIways on the run
Waiting for a sivght of a Ioaded gun
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Even if I find them
And get to cIear my name
I know that things can never be the same
But if I ever prove
My innocence some day
I ’ve got to get them aII to make them pay
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