Sometimes I get this crazy dream
That I just take off in my car
But you can travel on ten thousand miles
And still stay where you are
I can't help but feel that you're running
From what? I wish I could fight it away...
Will you ever stop running?
I hope you make it to where you're running to
You're scared and scarred and
I'm not sure I can be what you need
But I want to kiss away your fear
And dance away your memories
Until all that is left
Is happiness
And hope
And love
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