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You have the upper hand to open up the door
Running out, running out
Running out shouldn't give youth back
I have a hardened chain connected to my arms
Running out, running out should pull apart
Let's trade this tired home for all it's worth in paper
Running out, running out
Running out you react
Tired of singing
You're tied up never tired of singing
Tired of singing
Revolutionary minds never know to draw the line
Running out, running out
Running out like a fire so sweet
Tired of singing
You're tied up never tired of singing
Tired of singing
This will bring you closer
You want it, you want it
Imitating Bransby imitating them
This will bring out closer
Never have to say it
Tired of singing
Tired of singing
You're tied up never tired of singing
Tired of singing