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Mar 2020
Keep on walking
Faster, a little faster
Speed up your walking
Don’t look back
I dread a terrible disaster

Let’s start now to sprint
Quicker, much, much quicker
Run on your little limbs
Don’t look back
He’s coming stinking of liquor

We need to hide ourselves now
Don’t dawdle, please don’t slow
Find a safe place to perch
Don’t look back
The devil behind us will know

Be quiet and don’t speak
No shuffling, no rustling the ground
I think we may safe
Don’t look back
Pray to god we won’t be found
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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