Love the run but not the race
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All alone in a silent way
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World drifts in and the world's a stranger
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In a light, eclipsed and alienated
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In a time, occupied and invaded
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Can't tell what's right, better hit the ground running
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In the hills where the tall weed grows
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Hands are tied and won't let go
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Can't escape this place without leaving the world behind
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In a light, ashamed and humiliated
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In a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade
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The soul is bent, feels the weight of truth
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Falling through
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Left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains
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Where no poppies grow, you have to hit the ground running
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In a light, paralyzed and spirits fading
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Out of time, must decide to fall or run
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Into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen
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Make it right, or fall to the other side
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Where fields are burning
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From the day you're born
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Quattro (World Drifts In)
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| Calexico |
