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Time |
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Autumn has come, I'm loosing my leaves |
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The sand has almost ran through |
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Run, run, run for eternal youth |
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I must escape from my faith |
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There is no bribery to make the mirror lie |
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Run, run, run, run |
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The air is getting thin |
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Run, run, run, run |
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The air is getting thin |
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Run, run, run, run |
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The air is getting thin |
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In my life's opera, they play the final notes |
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The happy tunes turned to minor |
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Run, run, run for eternal youth |
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I must escape from my faith |
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There is no bribery to make the mirror lie |
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Run, run, run, run |
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The air is getting thin |
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Run, run, run, run |
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The air is getting thin |
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Run, run, run, run |
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The air is getting thin |
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Time is hunting me, there is no way out |
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My winter will come |
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A long time ago the orchard in me has whithered |
