Bugzy Malone - Run (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Bugzy Malone - Run (en) Lyrics
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You were knocking on the door
They're looking at you
through the peeper
You say you don't love them, they
say they don't love you either
You say you don't care, you're
lying through your teeth-a
You're cut deep down and the
wound is getting deeper
You're getting kinda hungry
looking like a Wiz Khalifa
The roads are getting cold and now
you're gonna catch a fever
Penny for your thoughts, that's because
the door's staying closed
And your memories are
getting no cheaper
Family first, but you're
not a believer
It's been a nightmare
for this daydreamer
They've done you dirty and
it's getting no cleaner
Cos even though you're hurt they're
calling it a misdemeanour
Young boy run, run
They're tryna keep you
in the slums, slums
You gotta love yourself these days
You gotta love yourself
Panic sets in, you realise that
you're standing there alone
You pick your bags up and your
running for the stairway
Adrenaline running from your
head into your toes
Because you know that people
they escape rarely
What's sin when you're sinning
only to survive
You're getting by but you're
just getting by barely
You storm in telling them that
they don't know the struggle
They don't understand that
struggle can be scary
Bottom of the stairs you
run out the fire exit
Backstreet boy you don't
wanna get arrested
Running through the city's got
this young boy breathless
And he better be careful 'cos they'll
eat him for breakfast
You catch your reflection in
the window of a building
He can hear the giggling of children
They walk past but they never help him
What he's seen in the window
he could have killed him
Young boy run
That young boy should have ran
Should have ran as fast as he can
He's looking at himself, he's
no longer a young boy he's
looking back at a grown man
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