(Steve Harris)
On a cold October morning as frost lay on the ground Waiting to make my move I make 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 I am a fugitive being hunted down like game I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
Always looking 'round me forever looking back I'll always be a target for attack Ever moving onward, always on the run Waiting for the sight of a loaded gun
I am a fugitive being hunted down like game I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name I am a fugitive being hunted down like game I am a fugitive but I've got to clear my name
(Solo)
Even if I find them and get to clear my name I know that things can never be the same But if I ever prove 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 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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