Running Lyrics - The Fixx

I only wanted the truth, looking into 

No more feelings of doubt 

Then someone showed me the root of all evil 

When all the lights were out 

Shallow sleep, just leaning 

Am I leaving the game? 

I must be dreaming lots of undercover 

Dreams are always the same 

When the nights close in 

When the nights close . . . 

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Well it's another night I waste at the opera 

With a permanent friend 

I should have taken direction much sooner 

Another night in the air 

If the lights came on 

If the lights came on 

I'd switch myself, with someone else 

Then I'd shake myself 

Things start to happen when I . . . 

Things start to happen when . . . 

Things start . . . 

Oh, I can see myself running 

But I'm standing still 

And I can hear myself screaming 

But there's no sound 

When I wake up crying life brings me down 

But it's not worth losing, until it's found 

Oh, I can see my way home, home 

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I close my eyes and I'm back by the ocean 

My hair feels wet 

I'm on the brink of a lifelong ambition 

Whatever dream comes next 

I'm the seat of a hearse and guess who's driving? 

I'm with you all the way 

I hear the step of a fool, who's coming 

All night, never day 

Then the lights came on 

Then the lights came on 

I switch myself 

With someone else 

Then I shake myself 

Things start to happen when I . . . 

Things start to happen when . . . 

Things start . . . 

I can see myself running 

But I'm standing still 

I can hear myself screaming 

But there's no sound 

When I wake up crying life brings me down 

No it's not worth losing, until it's found 

Oh, I can see my way home 

I'm at a house, all the windows are broken 

It's where I once used to live 

I must be losing all my undercover 

Dreaming always the same 

I can see myself running 

. . . Still 

. . . See myself running 

I switch myself 

. . . Running (repeat)