| A head full of dreams
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| On the shoulders of a fallen queen
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| Her eyes just like dynamite
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| From the back of a mail ordered magazine
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| There’s no line
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| There’s nothing to cross
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| With no rope
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| Nothing to hold maybe you’ll find hope
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| I think I’ll run before they know what I have done
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| Gonna clear myself from here
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| It may be a while before I feel alive
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| But I will run or I may die
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| Bunch of books on the side of the road
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| It seems like such a waste of words
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| Crayons on the sidewalk melting
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| I’m watching their colors turn
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| Somewhere I’m at peace
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| Else where I’m only lonely
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| Not easy to please
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| Try me to try me
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| I think I’ll run before they know what I have done
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| Gonna clear myself from here
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| It may be a while before I feel alive
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| But I will run or I may die
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| Maybe the last step’s the hardest
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| Could be the one that you will regret
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| With nothing left to stand for
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| Doesn’t seem like there’s anything left
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| Let’s reach a decision
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| So there’s something to walk away from
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| Good ideas should succeed
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| If not, then someone fooled me
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| I think I’ll run before they know what I have done
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| Gonna clear myself from here
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| It may be a while before I feel alive
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| But I will run or I may die
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| I think I’ll run before they know what I have done
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| Gonna clear myself from here
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| It may be a while before I feel alive
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| But I will run or I may die
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| I will run or I may die
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| I will run or I may die |