| I’m running, in the night
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| You’re running, through my mind
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| As I’m running, from the light
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| The sad thing, with the night, it always brings the day
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| Then no longer, I can fight, cause it lights my, (?) bright
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| Oh this cause of action, (?) soul, of mine
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| No it’s only lonesome, in, these times
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| It will keep running, and falling, and searching, for it to fly away
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| It’s never, dark enough, to make you, disappear
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| My dreams are never, real enough, to hide all fears
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| Oh this cause of of action, (?) the soul, of mine
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| Will never find, its true, way out
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| It will keep running, and falling, and searching, for spinning. |
| (?)
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| To move, that cold heart |