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You sing for me my friend, |
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Brave and confident, |
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And there is comfort between your breaths, |
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And I use sense to help. |
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But when the days beneath me, |
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scream into my present, |
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I must always run the race on my own. |
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Your warmth is in my bed, |
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Your voice above the stairs, |
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And then the touching that comes regret, |
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Becomes my mercy chair. |
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Even when the sun is burning, |
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Saving graces, |
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I must always run the race on my own. |
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Oh the sinking and the scent, |
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Of every saving word. |
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And the destruction of all convention, |
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and all corrupted thought. |
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Dig their nails into my art |
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and instinct shows, |
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I must always run the race on my own. |
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I must always run the race on my own. |
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I must always run the race on my own. |
