Against The Sun
Nothing left to do
But run, run, run.
Against the sun,
Just run, run, run.
From the house
And below the noose.
So long as the moon
Sits in the sky
My breath will never die.
Born to run, run, run,
Against the sun.
Run, run, run.
Escape all the worries,
Leave all the boddies.
Run, run, run,
As far as my feet will go
While the sweat will flow.
Run, run, run,
From the same melancholy,
Past the same tiredness,
And run, run, run
Against the sun.
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Bourneposted on 03/21/2008
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