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Twenty seven years, twenty seven years old Only thing I know, the only thing that gets old I gotta sell out if I want to get sold Don't want the devil to be taking my soul I write songs that come from the heart I don't give a fuck if they get into the chart, oh no Only way I can be, is to say what I see And have my shadow hanging over me I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run 'Cause running's the thing I've always done Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun Twenty seven years, twenty seven years now Only thing I know I know that I don't know how To please everybody all of the time, 'Cause everybody's always fucking changing their minds A little bit faded A little bit jaded Not gonna stop and I won't be persuaded To write words I can't believe in To see my face on a video screen I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run 'Cause running's the thing I've always done Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun Twenty seven years, twenty seven years done Written six hundred songs, only twelve get sung Eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs And every single day I wish I'd never smoked one A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut Eight years sleeping, I'm still tired when I wake up A whole year eating and I still lost weight, fuck Five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups Twenty seven birthdays, twenty seven New Years Thirty thousand quid just so I could have a few beers Ever dying old hopes Ever growing new fears Don't know where I'm going but I know how I got here I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run 'Cause running's the thing I've always done, oh Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun, oh Said I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run 'Cause running's the thing I've always done, oh Oh, I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun, oh --- 27 - Passenger