| Head down, running from the beast
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| Breakneck speed taking all my breath
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| Black feet scrapped and scarred and dripping blood
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| Rain come down, take me with your flood
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| I came to and I was running from you
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| Feel your breath on the back of my neck
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| Where have I come to be?
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| Is this all that’s left for me?
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| I wish that I was still there
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| I want to keep on breathing
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| Bulls roar loud, snakes move past my feet
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| No teeth, no hands, set me free
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| Bones start rattling 'round inside my head
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| I don’t know if I’m alive or dead
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| I came to and I was running from you
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| Feel your breath on the back of my neck
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| Where have I come to be?
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| Is this all that’s left for me?
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| I wish that I was still there
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| I want to keep on breathing
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| Dig deep, kicking up rock and dirt and sand
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| Out of this lifeless valley, bones in hand
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| Over these mountains to the seas of life
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| Leave this desert for the sick and damned |