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May 2014
Run Runner run,
run not because it's fun,
because you're scared of something
that you know is true,
I know you're running,
running from you.

Run runner run,
you're going so fast,
you think you're the only one.
This isn't a race,
with a prize in the end,
you're running for your life,
instead of standing to defend.

So run runner Run.
Let's all see you try,
to beat the beating sun.
You'll be tormented and tried,
all alone on the way,
if you keep on running,
running this way.

So where are you going,
oh friend of mine?
When all you do is just run
to the place with no finish line?

Or what will you do,
even if there was one,
would you still keep running,
even when it was all done?

Run Runner Run,
for that's all you ever knew,
a runner's run, is all they ever know how to do.

Or does it have to always be this way,
on this torturous path they stay.
Or can they stop, to take a breath once and a while,
to notice that they've been running no where,
when they have to crawl the mile.

But if you stopped and waited,
for us to reach you,
we'll give you a hand,
that's what we'll do.
Heck, we'll do one better,
we'll give you our lives,
cause we're all in this together,
all with different drives.

So runner quit runnin,
you ain't goin' no-where,
when you're just runnin in place,
we just stop to stare.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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     Mary and Pamela Rae
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