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Pick up the pace a bit, don't be late today
Do what you've got to do, yes it's you, it's you
Some day you'll run away, got to get from here
Now that your life is hell, ‘cos you fear, you fear

You win
You lose
The pain in time rips you

No one holds your hand
Lead him there

To wish
Then pray
Will give the hate fills through

Someone hold his hand
Hope you get there

No ones looking
No ones listening
Keep on falling
Deeper, deeper
Can you hear me?
Walls seem thicker
Now can you see that this place brings me down?

Please take me away from this place now

Now that you're far away, from this place, this place
Do what you've got to do, now its clear, its clear
Now that you're looking back, gone the fear, the fear
Wanting the days you have, ‘cos you're free, you're free

You live
You die
The pain inside kills you

Run, run, run, run

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