Runaway, runway

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Runaway, runway




Runaway, runway
Where are you running today?
To drug and nothingness

Runaway, runaway
Where are you running today?
To more pain and loneliness

Runaway, runaway
Where are you running today?
Why can fine place to call home.

Runaway, runaway
Why can’t you stay home today?
Is it because you can bear to be home and
Live that hell again.

Runaway, runaway
Running and wishing to go to heaven intent
Raise your head with pry because
You are not the only one
That has live hell on earth

Runaway, runaway
You need stop
And fifth for what is right
And take your live back

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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