| There are running men through the streets
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| With broken souls
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| They escape from theirself
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| There are walking women down the streets
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| With broken dreams
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| They are on the run
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| There are running children through the streets
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| With broken necks
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| Escape from theirself
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| Birds of pray try to fly in the bloodred sky
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| This is the end my only friend
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| You don’t have to understand
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| Just put a pretty smile
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| And try to fly… in the bloodred sky
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| There are walking robots down the streets
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| With broken steps
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| Escape from theirself
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| There are running animals on the streets
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| With broken ribs
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| They are on the run
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| There I am walking down the street
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| Lost identity
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| Escape from myself
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| The world behind me and see the bloodred sky
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| And I fly… I fly… good bye |