You're on your own, back on the street, out in the cold you feel the heat. One way ticket to nowhere at your feet. Take what you need, a word to the … - John Miles Foley

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You're on your own, back on the street,
out in the cold you feel the heat.
One way ticket to nowhere at your feet.
Take what you need, a word to the wise:
only the weak need alibis.
Stakes are too high, zero again,
no second chances at the end.
Run, tell me where you're gonna run to?
Run, oh, oh, oh where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run?