 I always said she was a runner,
And running through the fields,
I put a gun, I put a gun to her,
With the force she came to kneel,
And as she screams and in her own blood,
I said sympathy for you,
I'll never have, I'll never have none,
Its time you told the truth,
So I left the gun beside her,
And running in the nights,
I run for land, I ran for safety,
For new places and new sight,
I never thought I was a runner,
And I thought I knew her well.
I never thought I was a runner, and I thought I knew her well.
You should have died that very night,
Good job for you I wasn't born a killer,
You took my life, and I took my flight,
Good job for you I wasn't born a killer.
I always knew her as a baker,
But something I knew not, is
That when I tried to take her,
There was something Ides forgot,
For I knew I couldn't keep her,
And running out of time,
I tried so hard, I tried to cheat her, She was a running in her prime,
So I thought about my choices,
And chose to drop the gun,
And amongst the screaming voices, Something told me I should run.
I never thought I was a runner,
and I thought I knew her well.
I never thought I was a runner, and I thought I knew her well.
There is so much to remember, But there is more to forget,
I isn't seen you since December,
I'm surprised we haven't met,
And In the Depths of the Silly Isles,
I heard you reside,
And in the depths of my mind, I can still see your eyes.
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