| On your mark, get set…
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| A million miles past the finish line
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| My heels lift
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| At this imaginary starting line
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| The trigger slips;
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| My heart was racing well before it’s time
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| Time’s running out, it’s always running out on me
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| As the road up ahead disappears
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| Though it’s all been said
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| And this empty dictionary is all that’s left
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| I’ll try to change the world in a single word
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| My hands are shaking, ready or not
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| Invisible ink well it’s all i’ve got
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| So i’ll concentrate and pick from these barren trees
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| Time’s running out, it’s always running out on me
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| And every road i discover disappears under my feet —
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| Some call it reckless, some call it breathing
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| Have i said too much or not enough?
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| Is it overkill or is it giving up
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| To measure out the distance of an echo’s reach?
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| If it’s all broken mirrors and a chance roll of the dice
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| Then i’ll risk everything for a glimpse of accidental light
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| Time’s running out, it’s always running out on me
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| And every road i’ve discovered disappears under my feet —
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| Some call it reckless, i call it breathing |