Running through the forest In the open air And i don’t care Running to a hiding placewhere i am safe forever Made a secret language I don’t wanna be understood No no no no No-one is allowed inside Especially my mother I’ve got secret shit to do Fantasising lovers

I just wanna rage alone and drink a little vodka I’m a child At heart

I’m a child At heart

Keep running

Oooh |Downing vodka at my parents New years eve I’m wasted Drinking like a sailor Look at me I think vomited 11 going 22 or 44 or 88 Never really understood the concept of

Ageing Here I am and there I was Never changing, raging Questioning the basic things like what is life? And what is death

I’m a child

At heart I’m a child At heart I keep running

Oooh Keep running Yeh I keep running Oooh Keep running Yeh

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