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Don't be so alarmed, the crowd is unarmed!
The hell with you, all they want is food!
Abort the mission, report the fiction!
The television is your addiction!
So I've seen too much? Your dreams are a crutch!
Change the world with talk, wishing I could walk!
I'm forced to run in a game for fun
With my resistance, you will witness!
Running man! Running man!
Running man! Running man!
You say it's no use, but you'll know the truth!
They're sadistic scum with a care for none!
With ratings higher, they feed desire!
Death and violence provide your suspense!
So I've seen too much? Your dreams are a crutch!
Change the world with talk, wishing I could walk!
I'm forced to run in a game for fun
With my resistance, you will witness!
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I hope you leave enough room for my fist
Because I'm gonna ram it into your stomach
and break your goddamn spine!
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