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We Keep on Running
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February 2012 You hit me burn me deep like a lightning strike,
give me heart burn and keep me up at night,
it;s not right that nightly i dream of ways,
to make my thoughts match with what i say,
and bay-bee maybe you're hardly ever here,
cause when you are my problems disappear,
and it's clear to you i am just a number,
when to me you keep me from going under.
How did these bottom feeders find me?
maybe it's the trail of shit i leave behind me,
as long as i have you every now and then,
the trail of shit will never be next to me again,
not more than friends currently we explore,
the open possibilities from closing my door,
we keep on running to protect ourselves,
soon we'll run into the end of the shelves.
