I'm running
You're not racing
Ready for the impact
Steady bracing
I don't want to get hurt
I'm fact facing
It's so hard to imagine
All that's left is my confession
I'm dreaming
Just couldn't see your face
Turned round and around
Lost in your empty space
Is this a memory
I feel out of place
It's so hard to imagine
All that's left is my confession
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