| run (lyrics by bryan dale. music by dale, haskitt) i can taste her skin the weight of this silence is so cold my hands are numb i'm a fool and i went back i'm a fool and i'll sit still so i sit and make a joke and i'll slam the door again awake in an empty house pulled in, eyes fall closed i'll make the same mistakes too taken not to fight too small and too tied down two days of spit and spite all too scared to be found i tried to drag it out to delay this place and time too tired not to stop a rat, she'll run the race she'll make the same mistakes (c) copyright 2001 bryan dale |
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