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It will always happen
         The thrill of running wild
Living free and forgotten
         For all the temptation and desires
But somewhere along
         When our hair didn’t feel the wind
We gasp and slowly…
          Slowly…
Walking, and turn around
          To see how far we can distance ourselves
From that we ran away from
          No matter how far
We still look back at it
          No matter how many times we run
We still remember it
          The excitement in steps
That didn’t need speed