The Fugitive

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



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 I am a fugitive being hunted down like game

 I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name



 Always looking 'round me

 Forever looking back

 I'll always be a target for attack



 Every morning onwards

 Always on the run

 Waiting for a sight of a loaded gun



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 Even if I find them

 And get to clear 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 all to make them pay



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