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Me - I have my cross to bear. |
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It's twisted, flying through the air. |
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The voices that |
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I hear are muffled. |
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There's no-one left but me to share their secrets... |
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I fix my eyes upon the dials and run through the uncharted miles of nothing. |
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I chase my tail. |
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I'm chasing trails of holloe promises. |
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And it's lonely here, |
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I'm kept alive (somehow). |
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I stay tranquilised. |
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I leave - |
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I never quite arrive. |
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Your precious smile is fading. |
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I'd love to think that there's an end just waiting right around the bend, but every turn's a tunnel. |
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I descend. |
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I'm the Running |
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Man. |
