Tekstovi: Primal Fear. Primal Fear. Running In The Dust.

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I'm on my way in a foreign land
The crime rate's up to 25 percent
Dessident people everywhere
And I can't find no comfort here

All alone - no one's there to help me
No control - there's no one I can trust

Cause they were running in the dust - running
Cause they were running in the dust - running

I'm walking through the streets with a stranger's look
Their eyes staring at me as the darkness cooks
They ask me for a dollar a gun behind their back
Their faces switch from friendly to attack

All alone - no one's there to help me
No control - there's no one I can trust

Cause they were running in the dust - running
Cause they were running in the dust - running

I miss my country, my friends, my family
I will struggle to go home
I'm settled for peace now step out of insanity
But my dream has ended in a blast

Standing here alone in this bloodstained land
As I realized danger's close at hand
A gunshot kills the sound of silence
An angel's life has ended up by violence

Cause they were running in the dust - running
Cause they were running in the dust - running
Cause they were running in the dust
Running in the dust

Dust