Dark clouds started coming
The moment you started running
Bet You didnt expect this
This is how it all played out...
With a crowd that cheered
But dont erase your face...
Still I hope you find your way
Perhaps you'll find a friend
Still nothing is for real
As you dream in the fields
I hope that you can resist
With a crowd that cheered
But dont erase your face...
I hear it ticking, ticking
And I'm only home inside my brain
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