| She runs, runs, runs and tries hard to run
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| But slowly she moves through the field
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| Seemingly smiling while inside she’s dying
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| Chasing a butterfly that she’ll never feel
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| She runs, runs, runs and tries hard to run
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| But motion is just in her eye
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| Two wars, a famine and decades of damning
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| Left her a body that’s just breathing to die
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| He runs, runs, runs and tries hard to run
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| Catching his foot on the curb
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| Someone’s demanding all his understanding
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| The sign on his back reading, 'Please Don’t Disturb'
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| He runs, runs, runs and tries hard to run
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| There’s only an hour left to go
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| Who is insisting, there’s no use in quitting
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| She has a reason but he’ll never know
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| It runs, runs, runs and tries hard to run
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| To carry it’s life down to the sea
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| The water is muddy and the banks are all bloody
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| What is the reason that it cannot flow free?
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| They run, run, run and try hard to run
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| A pressing engagement goes on by
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| They hope they will never be leaving forever
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| Why do they always stand, waving goodbye? |