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On The Run

https://aninruddah.files.wordpress.com/2014/10/06-on-the-run-mp3.mp3

Got to keep it moving, going forward on the road,

Images that feed your mind, always take a big toll.

Never cease anything that keeps your from what you want to be.

Never leave anything that keeps you from where you want to see.

I – I’ve got to keep myself always on the run,

Because nothing worse than regretting what you haven’t done.

I – I’ve got to keep myself always on the run,

Because nothing worse than regretting what you haven’t done.

Polish the bottles, the water consumes the wattle.

Dawdle on the product, no problem to be at the bottom.

Bottoms up, iron pump, legs weak from the toes up.

Hold up the memories, the potential weight the cause of,

The burden, the worries. World of whirls twirl me,

Whirl the words endorsed me, learn the hand that supports me.

Because I’ve got the power to cast the mold I’m after.

The faster I react to the people I meet the better.

Scotty and Lobo, the products of free souls.

This is to you, I pledge to keep moving, unfold

the centerfold, take hold, the road I walk untold.

Turn every stone, boulder, uncover the truth on my shoulder.

Verbal tennis, undress the predicate. Back and worth, lose edict

Commacka, one minute to stand. But don’t you understand?

Won’t stand for the trash you leave, come one, it’s Scott’s beach!

Bring the scotch, you’re at peace. Unwind, unleash.

Got to keep it moving, going forward on the road,

Images that feed your mind, always take a big toll.

Never cease anything that keeps your from what you want to be.

Never leave anything that keeps you from where you want to see.

I – I’ve got to keep myself always on the run,

Because nothing worse than regretting what you haven’t done.

I – I’ve got to keep myself always on the run,

Because nothing worse than regretting what you haven’t done.

The thesis, central idea the belief as I see them,

To be content we need to, share the love with the people.

Come to terms that we’re all equal, biological sprawl is regal.

Prophecy to watch the sequel, undetermined, multi-lingual.

No longer afraid of the company that awaits me.

Waiting turns to waste, and you’re faced with fate that tastes,

dark, drab, and dreary. You’re weary. Loneliness is scary.

Might tonight be your last? Make it the best you’ve had.

Now all and all look back at the last song,

Doesn’t it make sense that I’m the happiest when I’m gone?

Goal in life is to strive for the right of my sight.

Tonight’s the night, back at home to the miserable life.

Ah, shit. Bills to be paid.

So deep I can’t escape or break away.

Time becomes organized in a mathematical fashion.

Days become numbered, If I stay they can’t be rationed.

Got to keep it moving, going forward on the road,

Images that feed your mind, always take a big toll.

Never cease anything that keeps your from what you want to be.

Never leave anything that keeps you from where you want to see.

I – I’ve got to keep myself always on the run,

Because nothing worse than regretting what you haven’t done.

I – I’ve got to keep myself always on the run,

Because nothing worse than regretting what you haven’t done.

* I do not own the rights to the instrumentals, they are just to compliment the lyrics *

Lucy

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