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In the here and the now I wait
Down among the young and the old
With the moon and the ground I play
With my children in my home
This is for the daughters and sons of forgotten ones
Learning how to stand
This is for the innocent unknowns
Burried in the sand
All running from a sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun, till you're weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
From the crack in the blackness I wake
It's getting closer every night
In my city, the playground is a battleground
Between the wrong and the right
I could run free as a child
I was safe and wild, naked and unarmed
Now I'm grown and safe in my home
But some will never stop
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun, till you're weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
The open mouth of the city swallowed up the town
With that same old concrete that I still walk down
And it seems they put a shine on this place when I was young
Maybe I just don't see it now
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun, till you're weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun, hey!
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from, running from the sound of a gun
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