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I've stayed here far too long. |
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But something stuck in my mind, eggs me on. |
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To hold my breath, sprint down the stairs. |
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Repeat and relive past errors. |
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Far too long constant pain |
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Under the gun |
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Far too long shrapnel rains. |
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And so i run. |
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Past the docks thru the gate. |
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The i crawl, hide and wait |
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Always watching, watch and see. |
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Someone always after me. |
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Across the highway. |
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Through the fence. |
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Down the alley; my defense. |
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Always watching. |
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He can hear me when i breathe |
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Of billiards, condos and factories. |
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And the constant fears; anxieties. |
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For everything that might be. |
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Far too great anxieties. |
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Under the gun. |
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Yoonlong in this scenery. |
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From here i run |
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I have seen that; thru every crack. |
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A mad man glares. |
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The one who kicked me down the stairs. |
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Thought he was trapped in the barbed wire. |
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Arrived at my car, saw he slashed the tire. |
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Far too long. |
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I've been trapped. |
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Under the gun. |
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Far too long. |
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I've been trapped. |
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Down the stairs. |
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From here i run. |
