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Aug 2010
Run
As the lies were spun we were blinded
We need are escape
then it came to us
that the escape was within our selves
thats were we could find home
yet it was a dead end street
and now we are all alone
my heart is now turned to stone
there is no place to run to
and no place for us to call home
Written by
Cynthia Clark
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