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Still Still Still: A Christmas Collection (Martin Sasse) · Counting Other Peoples Money (Keak da Sneak) · The Best of Yarbrough & Peoples (Yarbrough & Peoples) · Other Peoples Stories [Bonus Tracks] (Kari Ruesl├ątten) · Other Peoples Rooms (Mark-Almond Band) · Jazz at Peoples Church (A New Experience) (Bobby Felder) · Curtis Peoples (Curtis Peoples) · The Best of Yarbrough & Peoples (Yarbrough & Peoples) · Oliver Peoples, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of LaTonya Peoples (LaTonya Peoples) – and 90 other albums »


of waiting and still we stand in line
Yea, this is all addition by subtraction
A simple chain reaction of the mind

Yeah, we are just these people running
moving pictures
Still moving but running out of time

Haunted
Some people can be so sure of their hearts
Haunted
Same people are so wrong

Haunted
Some
and then the people would say they had seen him running through the everglades
Running like the dog through the everglades
Where a man can hide
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, running scared

Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
Sitting in the corner of his broken dreams

Powered by the means that left him restless
Stranded all alone
Wasted by the people not for friendship
Losing
build a shelf
Build a mummy in your mind
You can't sit still and you don't like hanging 'round the crowd
They don't understand

You drove by as I was
it's a case
Of blind leading blind
Money rules the hearts
Of men we fear
But still the people do not hear

Young men of valor
March away
Heads
That's the light in the dark.
In all of the valleys
Under lucky stars,
By the satellite dishes
And the non-running cars
I'm feeling all the people
When a man is running from his boss
Who holds a gun that fires cost
And people die from being old
Or left alone because they're cold
And bombs
When a man is running from his boss
Who hold a gun that fires "cost"
And people die from being cold
Or left alone because they're old

And bombs
a lone wolf.I don't ever look back. 
Hey I am a lone wolf out here on the prowl 
And most of us have been penned up but I'm still running wild. 

Hey
shattered, but I don't care
And the people walking by don't have a clue

That I kissed your face
'Til the sun was in our eyes
'Til the afternoon arrived
shattered, but I don't care
And the people walking by don't have a clue

That I kissed your face
Till the sun was in our eyes
Till the afternoon arrived
trapped, you charted
You laid the railroads and the schemes
And you tamed this land by enterprise
And by the power of your dreams

But you made this
as
The rest of the country are still unsettled by this unexplainable
Cloud that still clutches the sky from New York to Honolulu
Miami to Fairbanks
as the rest of the country are still unsettled by this unexplainable
Cloud that still clutches the sky. From New York to Honolulu, Miami to
Fairbanks
we're still trying

We're too old to worry
About who's wrong and who is right
Is's all so by and by
People need a villain
Someone to pay the price
It
nice if they were always smiling smiling 

Wake in the morning 
Look out of my window 
Down on the street as the people pass by 
Wonderful faces
the valley still.
I guess it never was much to look at, just a one-horse town,
The kind of place young people want to leave today,
Store fronts pretty much
[music: Andy Klassen]
[words: Sabina Classen]

My life's one part of the bloody game
And they changed my fucking name
I'm running away but I'm still
When a man is running from his boss
Who holds a gun that fires cost
And people die from being old
Or left alone because they're cold
And bombs
Now I'm shattered but I don't care
And the people walking by don't have a clue

That I kissed your face
Till the sun was in our eyes
Till
at mid-day while the sun's still so high!"
But you knew better than to pay mind to what people and the devil can say.
Call me outside, I'll come running down
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places