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Royal Hunt — On The Run

Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you
My vision was impaired
Obstructed out of view
By those — faces in a crowded room
Them — bodies in a crowded room
Their — breathing in a crowded room
And their — pushing me out
Down the fire escape
In the crowded room I won’t touch too much
I felt the punch of a punch
The language was enough
To send me running etc.

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