I’m the running man
I pound the streets
It keeps me calm
And tames the beast
I’m a chemical soup
A strange concoction
Mother natures abuse
I’m her invention
My heart is good
When my head is clear
I could go to war
Out of protective fear
How do I grow
I just keep on track
Keep on running
No looking back
Never truly free
Of what it means to be me
Always running away
Got no time to stay
Talk for a while
Share a cup of tea
Let go all those worries
Set the fear free
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