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Two days on the run You can't call it freedom Hounds on your trail You turn your head Each and every minute You fear any single sound The smoke on the roof The man who passes by The bark of the dog The voice of the horse The struck of midnight The brightness of the day The darkness of the night Runaway runaway Days on the run You cannot call it freedom Don't wanna be treated so bad again (Thanks to zac for these lyrics) From Letras Mania