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On a cold October morning
As frost lay on the ground
Waiting to make my move I made no sound
Waiting for the mist
To cover all around
I carefully picked my time then took the wall
I'm sick and tired of running
The hunger and the pain
A stop to look about then off again
Being at the wrong place
And at the wrong time
Suspected of a hit that was my crime
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Even if I find them
And get to clear my name
I know that things can never be the same
But if I ever proof
My innocence some day
I've got to get them all to make them pay
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
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