| On the run and run I’m wailing
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| I want to throw my arms and shake
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| I guess you get too hard to remember
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| And I can’t put a finger on it
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| I’ll reach a point and I’ll quit running
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| Too tired to move my legs
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| What’s the holdup, what keeps stalling
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| Why a man that you can’t tame?
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| I just don’t hear or wait anymore
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| I’m just a half-wit, easily floored
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| I think I’ll fall out, and try it again
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| I think its long gone, and so far we’ve fell
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| I wonder what we really are
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| I guess you caught me in my whimper
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| I tried to skip and break my leg
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| You found a place to stick let linger
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| And that sort of bothers me
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| What’s the point, well why keep rolling?
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| One morning you’ll awake
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| Too much dust and I can’t shake off
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| Lay down, pull the covers over me
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| I’ve just been honed out, pinned any chord
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| I’m just some fall back, weak little whore
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| A man that’s stronger, I lost it somewhere
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| That’s just the way we whimper and wail |