You always smile, But there’s a frown, inside.
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Travel a mile, to capture a crown, Only to hide.
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What are you running, running from?
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What is it you escape?
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What are you running, running from?
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You could be so great.
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Running again, must feel like sin.
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For the wear on your soul, Has taken a toll.
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Your eyes deceive, what you know to believe.
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Running
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| Mourning September |
