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Lyrics for 'The Fugitive' by 'Iron Maiden'
On A Cold October Morning
As Frost Lay On The Ground
Waiting To Make My Move I Made No Sound
Waiting For The Mist
To Cover All Around
I Carefully Picked My Time Then Took The Wall
I'm Sick And Tired Of Running
The Hunger And The Pain
A Stop To Look About Then Off Again
Being At The Wrong Place
And At The Wrong Time
Suspected Of A Hit That Was My Crime
I Am A Fugitive Being Hunted Down Like Game
I Am A Fugitive But I've Got To Clear My Name
Even If I Find Them
And Get To Clear My Name
I Know That Things Can Never Be The Same
But If I Ever Proof
My Innocence Some Day
I've Got To Get Them All To Make Them Pay
I Am A Fugitive Being Hunted Down Like Game
I Am A Fugitive But I've Got To Clear My Name
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