Fonohead Run

I've overtaken many times before
And now I'm knocking on the closing door
But I don't know what for
I'm not excited anymore
I've got my shoulders bruised
Fists unclenched
I've been knocked out of the range
I feel like sitting
On a wet paint bench

I'm running late
I'm running late
I'm running late
I'm running late

I'm sick of seeking for the open door
I still remember how it was before
But I don't know what for
I'm not excited anymore
Although the lazies sacked
Old tactics changed
Plans and figures look so strange
I am still running
Being totally deranged

I'm running late
I'm running late
I'm running late
I'm running late

Run tiger run
Towards the Sun
Right to the place 
Where the race began
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I'm running late
I'm running late
I'm running late
I'm running late