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Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when i'm lying in the grey sleep
I don't know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes, and look at the floor
And now i don't see you anymore

There is no choice, we make the point
To counteract a threatening hand
Close my hold
As we near the atmosphere