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On the run and run I'm wailing |
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I want to throw my arms and shake |
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I guess you get too hard to remember |
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And I can't put a finger on it |
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I'll reach a point and I'll quit running |
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Too tired to move my legs |
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What's the holdup, what keeps stalling |
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Why a man that you can't tame? |
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I just don't hear or wait anymore |
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I'm just a half-wit, easily floored |
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I think I'll fall out, and try it again |
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I think its long gone, and so far we've fell |
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I wonder what we really are |
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I guess you caught me in my whimper |
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I tried to skip and break my leg |
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You found a place to stick let linger |
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And that sort of bothers me |
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What's the point, well why keep rolling? |
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One morning you'll awake |
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Too much dust and I can't shake off |
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Lay down, pull the covers over me |
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I've just been honed out, pinned any chord |
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I'm just some fall back, weak little whore |
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A man that's stronger, I lost it somewhere |
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That's just the way we whimper and wail. |
