Time went by, and I ran, and I ran again. Circled in a one-way street, before a voice said: You ain't gotta run no more. Back then I slept on the floor. Shared that floor with a d...
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Soul on the run, Keeps a hand on a gun. It can't trust anyone. Not the silence of the night, Nor the noise of the crowd. Every shadow is a suspect. Every smile, a potential trap....
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We run into the blinding light. In anguish, we struggle through the past and future, As the present weeps for us. The "HIGH" will only conceal it; The feeling never really goes. W...
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How long will you be a foreigner in your own skin? It was the year of 1990, A foolish boy in oversized blue shorts, Legs so gray from dust and fun play you'd swear I painted mys...
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