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You better make your face up with your favorite disguise
With your buttoned down lips and rubber blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves tatters as the cockleshell shatters
And the hounds of bad time dine your dust
You better run
You better run all day and run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
If you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box
You better run
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