| See me running, it’s a race through the sunlight of the mind
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| See me running, towards the sunny, often muddy, crowded side
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| There is laughter, some disaster, my step brother, his blonde hair
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| His blood father, he’s a bother, when the coast is clear
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| And I, will find a way
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| And I, will leave this place
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| Always sneaking, lonely peeking, at what is not his to share
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| So I push him off a cushion, firmly put, he starts to swear
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| There is laughter, some disaster, my step brother on the stairs
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| Touch me so young, make it seem fun, take everything, you don’t care
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| I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, yeah
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| See me running, it’s a race, sunlight cast upon my face
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| See me running from the place, where I thought I could hide
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| See me running, it’s a race, all our friends see our disgrace
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| See me running, it’s a race, through the sunlight of the mind |