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Wounded The Running On Empty

was a man at the top with the devil that was kissing his face. With the world at his feet he will be spitting on the graves of peace. With blood on his

from the bar tab that she's running The circus comes to town Temptation! Oooh, such a temptation! Such a temptation! The cage door is open and you're living on

band on the Titanic Singing nearer my God to thee And the iceberg's on the starboard bow Won't you dance with me Come on Yeah the dance band on the

's the story of the two Always on the move. They got nothing left to lose 'Cept their guns and their wounds Now they're crossing borders Sheriffs posse on

remember the things you said and I think about you in an empty bed Cause you've been on my mind And leaving you takes time (Standing on the edge) Ooh I'm running

they throat cut I'm low on fetty, and I got to get paid I want it all, so go on, and empty the safe My homies in the lobby, hand on the 4-5 Don't even

How good it feels to be on your own It's hard to stand when you build your life on someone else It's hard to breathe when you are running from yourself

empty streets alone Hiding for something they call "home" Hoping to find some peace of mind Sometimes we need to walk alone She is set on running away

were broken by the endless dark Our new paradise, The one to replace the one we burned so bad The god we hoped for left profaned, All wounded and forlorn on