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This is a story about a young man
A boy who defied all odds
Branded as a dumb and a cripple
So let me tell you why Sisyphos was wrong

Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
Run
Run, run, run, run
From the moment he was born
Nobody believed in him
Everything he touched felt wrong
The other kids were tyrannizing
A little girl saw more
A little girl knew what to say
She pushed him in the right directions
With three words of affection

(Run Forrest, run)

Run against prejudice
Run against prejudgement
Run against your inner demon
Walk around that big black stone
Defy the shackles, don't give in
Every step is a price to win
Recoil is part of the shot
Throwback was a lesson taught
Even if you're never done
It's worth
Run Forrest, run

And he kept on running
Never a goal in mind
Taking on the challenge
With a big fat smile
While he had no goals
The results were tremendous
Crafting beauty out of the stones
Obstructing his way
Never bitter
Never envious

Run against prejudice
Run against prejudgement
Run against your inner demon
Walk around that big black stone
Defy the shackles, don't give in
Every step is a price to win
Recoil is part of the shot
Throwback was a lesson taught

Run against prejudice
Run against prejudgement
Run against your inner demon
Walk around that big black stone
Defy the shackles, don't give in
Every step is a price to win
Even if you're never done
It's worth
Run Forrest, run

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