paroles de chanson The Runaway (Live) - Gentle Giant
                                                He 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                runaway, 
                                                Lie 
                                                low 
                                                the 
                                                wanted 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mask 
                                                his 
                                                elusive 
                                                face, 
                                                Soon 
                                                he 
                                                will 
                                                getaway 
                                                and 
                                                free 
                                                is 
                                                his
 
                                    
                                
                                                Future 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                aimless 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                spend
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                evading, 
                                                he's 
                                                escaping
 
                                    
                                
                                                Four 
                                                dirty 
                                                walls 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                bed 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                cage 
                                                his 
                                                home 
                                                no 
                                                more.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                underwood, 
                                                Cover 
                                                and 
                                                hide 
                                                the 
                                                trail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Senses 
                                                like 
                                                sharpened 
                                                sword, 
                                                Guards 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                shadow 
                                                on 
                                                his
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tail.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                yet 
                                                his 
                                                joy 
                                                is 
                                                empty 
                                                and 
                                                sad.
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                thoughts 
                                                are 
                                                scarred 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                prison 
                                                cell 
                                                and 
                                                freedom
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seems 
                                                like 
                                                freedom's 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hopes 
                                                stained 
                                                with 
                                                strange 
                                                regret, 
                                                His 
                                                dreams 
                                                are 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                cannot 
                                                get.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                yet 
                                                his 
                                                joy 
                                                is 
                                                empty 
                                                and 
                                                sad.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lose 
                                                all 
                                                identity, 
                                                Vanish 
                                                in 
                                                own 
                                                denial
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seeks 
                                                only 
                                                lies 
                                                and 
                                                hide, 
                                                Truth 
                                                never 
                                                brought 
                                                to 
                                                trial.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                caught 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                own 
                                                net, 
                                                he 
                                                looks 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                endless 
                                                life 
                                                and
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evading, 
                                                he's 
                                                escaping
 
                                    
                                
                                                Four 
                                                dirty 
                                                walls 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                bed 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                cage 
                                                his 
                                                home 
                                                no 
                                                more.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Run 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                underwood, 
                                                Cover 
                                                and 
                                                hide 
                                                the 
                                                trail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Senses 
                                                like 
                                                sharpened 
                                                sword, 
                                                Guards 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                shadow 
                                                on 
                                                his
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tail.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Just the Same (Live)
2 Proclamation (Live)
3 On Reflection (Live)
4 Excerpts from Octopus (Live)
5 Funny Ways (Live)
6 The Runaway (Live)
7 Experience (Live)
8 So Sincere (Live)
9 Free Hand (Live)
10 Breakdown in Brussels (Live)
11 Peel the Paint / I Lost My Head (Live)
12 Just the Same (Radio Session, 1975)
13 Excerpts from Octopus (Radio Session, 1973)
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