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Love the run but not the race |
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All alone in a silent way |
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World drifts in an' and the world's a stranger |
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In a light, eclipsed and alienated |
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In a time, occupied and invaded |
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Can't tell what's right, better hit the ground runnin' |
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In the hills where the tall weed grows |
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Hands are tied and won't let go |
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Can't escape this place without leavin' the world behind |
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In a light, ashamed and humiliated |
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In a time sacrificed, for the sake of trade |
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Mmm the soul is bent an' feels the weight of truth, fallin' through |
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Or left behind no choice |
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But to run to the mountains |
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Where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground runnin' |
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Hit the ground |
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In a light, paralyzed and spirits fading |
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Out of time, must decide to fall or run |
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Into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen |
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Make it right, or fall to the other side |
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Where fields are burnin' |
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From the day you're born you'll always hit the ground runnin' |
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Hit the ground runnin' |
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Hit the ground runnin' |