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The FugitiveAt dusk I wake up from my sleepIt's time to run again – flashbacks from my early days – I escaped and once again I am a fugitive – violence in so many wasy – But this time they won't take me back alive If only I could run away from my kind To be a solitary rider in the sky Down in this wilted garden I'm just a weed But my roots go deep I was born to be the black sheep of my family To be wretched, to be vile Misunderstood I am, but there's no time nor chance to make things right As a renegade I'll live As a renegade I'll die Why did I become what I am A wanted and a dreaded man Forced to evade the arm of love A gambler too, so cast the dice My life is always jeopardized It's hanging on the edge of a knife If only I could run away from my kind To be a solitary rider in the sky Down in this wilted garden I'm just a weed But my roots go deep If only I could reach the edge of the sky Unveil the truth that is for us to find Still in this wilted garden I'm just a weed Dreams prepare you for reality Dreams mislead you from reality Dreams deceive you as reality |