He is the runaway, Lie low the wanted man Mask his elusive face, Soon he will getaway and free is his Future no more aimless time to spend And evading, he's escaping Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more. Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his Tail. And yet his joy is empty and sad. All thoughts are scarred with the prison cell and freedom Seems like freedom's hell Hopes stained with strange regret, His dreams are dreams For that he cannot get. And yet his joy is empty and sad. Lose all identity, Vanish in own denial Seeks only lies and hide, Truth never brought to trial. And caught in his own net, he looks to find endless life and Evading, he's escaping Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more. Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his Tail.
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