Texty: Dover. 27 years.

Band on the run
Was all that I could sing
This isn't right!
All I know is that you're picking on me

Making me starve
For another year
This isn't fair!
Tell me what do you want from me

Now I know and you'll see
Would you black my eyes for me?

Cause I can't forget my fears
Well the've been in my for 27 years

Band on the run
Wish that you where here

I didn't hurt
All i wanted was to be thin

Making me cry
For an entire year
This isn't right
When will I ever get out of this?

Now I know and you'll see
Would you black my eyes for me?

Cause I can't forget my fears
If I did I'd feel so weird
Well they've been in me for 27 years
For 27 years