| I ran from my house that cannot contain me
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| From the man that I cannot keep
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| From my mother who haunts me, even though she’s gone
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| From my daughter that never sleeps
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| I ran from the noise and the silence
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| From the traffic on the streets
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| I ran to the treetops, I ran to the sky
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| Out to the lake, into the rain that matted my hair
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| And soaked my shoes and skin
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| Hid my tears, hid my fears
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| I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees
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| I ran and I ran, I was looking for me
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| I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox
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| Past the apple orchards and the lady that never talks
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| Up into the hills, I ran to the cemetery
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| And held my breath, and thought about your death
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| I ran to the lake, up into the hills
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| I ran and I ran, I’m looking there still
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| And I saw the crumbling tombstones
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| All forgotten names
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| I tasted the rain, I tasted my tears
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| I cursed the angels, I tasted my fears
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| And the ground gave way beneath my feet
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| And the earth took me in her arms
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| Leaves covered my face
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| Ants marched across my back
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| Black sky opened up, blinding me
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| I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees
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| I ran and I ran, I was looking for me
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| I ran to the lakes and up to the hill
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| I ran and I ran, I’m looking there still
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| And I smelled her burning flesh
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| Her rotting bones
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| Her decay
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| I ran and I ran
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| I’m still running away |