| I can still remember
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| The words and what they meant
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| As we etched them with our fingers
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| In years of wet cement
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| The days blurred into each other
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| Though everything seemed clear
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| We cruised along at half speed
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| But then we shifted gears
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| We ran like vampires from a thousand burning sons
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| But even then we should have stayed
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| But we runaway
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| Now all my friends gone
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| Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved
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| Runaway
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| But what are we running from?
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| A show of hands from those in this audience of one
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| Where have they gone?
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| Identities assume us As nine and five add up Synchronizing watches
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| To the seconds that we lost
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| I looked up and saw you
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| I know that you saw me We froze but for a moment
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| In empathy
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| I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug
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| You gave my emptiness away
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| But you runaway
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| Now all my friends gone
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| Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved
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| Runaway
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| But what are we running from
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| A show of hands from those in this audience of one
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| Where have they gone?
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| We’re all ok, until the day we’re not
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| The surface shines, while the inside rots
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| We raced the sunset and we almost won
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| We slammed the brakes, but the wheels went on We runaway
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| Now all my friends gone
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| Maybe we’ve outgrown all the things that we once loved
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| Runaway
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| But what are we running from
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| A show of hands from those in this audience of one
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| Where have they gone |