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Running...
Running...
Running...
Running to escape my troubles
From our troubles
From this city that torments us
Fil us with so many emotions
Racking our bodies with pain
Filling our hearts with doubt
Torturing us to no end
Hurting us with unbareable blows
But we're living
Living through this hellish boyd
I guess in the end
This is all we can give