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| Running Free Di'Anno: Want you to sing for me? Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck. I've got nowhere to call my own, hit the gas, and here I go. I'm running free yeah come on! I'm running free.
Spent the night in an L. A. jail, and listened to the sirens wail.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free. They ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free yeah. I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
Puller here at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free... Get outta my way I'm running free yeah, I'm running free. I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free...Ah! Now all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be... Yeah I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free. I'm running free yeah, I'm running free. I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free. I'm running free yeah, I'm running free. I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free. Ah-ah |
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