Running hard towards what used to be
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Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
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Reaching out for mirrors hidden in the web
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Painting lines upon your face inside instead
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Sounds so bad the music's flat on every line
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Songs of blackened lace know you're dying all the time
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Sounds so bad you let the music take your soul
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Slipping through the day
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Lose the only way you know
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Running hard towards what used to be
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Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
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Reaching out for things you want to see
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Find reflections of insane reality
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La la...
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Running hard towards what used to be
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Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
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Reaching out for shadows passing through
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See the dark around is coming down on you
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Running Hard
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Renaissance |