| There are two of us on the run
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| Going so fast, every doubt we had is coming undone
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| And falling behind with everything we left there
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| We held on for far too long
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| And now we pass so many people on the road
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| They could come along, I wish they’d been told
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| They may call it a shot in the dark
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| From what we know, it’s not unheard of
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| And we’ll one day tell our story
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| Of how we made something of ourselves now
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| Our favorite parts are what we’ll keep
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| Ornamental parts of love and parts of memories
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| So everything else has room to grow
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| 'Cause in better light, everything changes
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| So we can one day tell our story
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| Of how we made something of ourselves now
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| There’s no race, there’s only a runner
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| Just keep one foot in front of the other
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| There’s no race, there’s only a runner, oh, oh
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| 1, 2, 3, even when you get tired
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| Just keep one foot in front of the other
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| There’s no race, no ending in sight
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| No second too short, no window too tight
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| So turn off the lights when you leave
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| 'Cause we’ve got everything we’re gonna need
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| We’re on the run, we’re on the run
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| We’re on the run, child
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| We gotta run, we gotta run
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| We gotta run, child
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| One day, tell our story
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| Of how we made something of ourselves now
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| One day, tell our story
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| Of how we made something
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| We made something of ourselves |