Lyrics: Carl Norèn. Other. Tired Of Running.

My mama always said you will be abused, alright
You are standing on a mountain with your head in clouds at night
My baby's got a girl and I don't know how, oh no
Freedom is nothing but a chance to be alright

Baby I am tired of running
I have got my clown shoes on me
Baby I am tired of running
Come back to me

My only holiday is to hide away inside
A guilty conscience feeds on a healthy mind at night
My girlfriends got a girl and I'm falling down, oh no
Freedom is nothing but a chance to be alright

Baby I am tired of running
I have got my clown shoes on me
Baby I am tired of running
Come back to me