On The Run… के बोल

I´m gonna pack my suitcase, I´m on the run… ooh-daba daba da… I´m on the run, three, two, one. I´m gonna pack my suitcase, I´m on the run, On the run from having fun, In nights at the copa, cause I can`t resist, Shimmering lights shiny boulevards. I´m gonna send you a postcard from san jose, Try to call you in guantanamo bay. Terrible heartache, no “buenas noches”, Send you some flowers from waikiki. I´m on the run. I´m on the run. I´m gonna pack my suitcase, I´m on the run, When something new means no more fun. Drivin` emotions, I´m restless inside, mama said: Run but you cannot hide! Pack my things in one-two-three, not gonna leave a trace of me. Playing the streetlife seems to be tough, A night in tunesia was quite enough. I´m on the run. I´m on the run. I´m gonna pack my suitcase, I´m on the run, When nothing else could be done. Memories, pain, we´ve been here before, Did what I did, and I closed that door. Why, tell me why, do we hurt the ones we love? When I, yes I´m only tryin to get what I need… I´m on the run. I´m on the run.