We run
And we run
Until we run out of breath
So we stop
And we breath
Some will go further
Some will go back
And some never move again
And those who don't move on
Well they cry
Or they yell
Or they whine
And they never move
They blame the track
They blame the heat
They blame you
Yet they never move
And we all just run
A few will finish
And most will fall
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