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Jul 2013
Run, run away
Away from the fires
Run, run away
Away from the liars

Run from the obvious fakes
Run from the poisonous snakes
Go, now, on ahead.
I'd rather be caught
Than see you dead

Keep running, running
Your feet are like lead
Keep running, running
Just don't end up dead

This isn't the end
A thousand miles to go
But keep a fast pace
They'll catch you if you're slow
An odd format for me, I guess that's what happens when I write on paper first...
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