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Love the run but not the race
All alone in a silent way
World drifts in
And the world's a stranger
In a light
Eclipsed and alienated
In a time
Occupied and invaded
Can't tell what's right
Better hit the ground runnin'
In the hills, where the tall weed grows
Hands are tied and won't let go
Can't escape this place
Without leaving the world behind
In a light
Ashamed and humiliated
In a time
Sacrificed for the sake of trade
The soul is bent
Feels the weight of truth falling through
Left behind
No choice but to run to the mountains
Where no poppies grow
You have to hit the ground running
In a light
Paralyzed and spirits fading
Out of time
Must decide to fall or run
Into the eye of the storm
No sign or omen
Make it right or fall to the other side
Where fields are burning
You'll always hit the ground runnin'
Runnin'
Runnin'
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