I am running and running and always running
through the rain, always the rain, always the inevitably pouring rain
sometimes, through that freshly poured concrete near that place where people peddle to breathe
but always always through the rain
Well, let's be honest I sometimes stop
But not enough to take notice
So I run again and run and run
And sometimes I love, of course, I love
And always there should be rain because
well, because I want to
And sometimes I lie, of course, I lie
But not more than I love, well, at least,
I'd like to think about it that way
But always I run, and run, and run, and run, and r u n
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