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Take your eyes off me
There’s nothing here to see
Just trying to keep my head together
As we make our vow
Let us remember ho
There’s nothing good that lasts forever

Time out on the running boards
We’re running
Through a world that’s lost it’s meaning
Trying to find a way to love
This running
Ain’t no kind of freedom

Feel the touch of grief
You stand in disbelief
Can steal the earth from right beneath you
And falling in so far
They know just where you are
Yea but there ain’t no way to reach you

Time out on the running boards
We’re running
Through a world that’s lost it’s meaning
Trying to find a way to love
This running
Ain’t no kind of freedom
Of freedom

It’s time to clean these boots
Fold up these parachutes
The word’s goodbye
But I can’t say it
The end is close at hand
I think we understand
There ain’t no use trying to delay it

Time out on the running boards
We’re running
Through a world that lost it’s meaning
Trying to find a way to love
This running
Ain’t no kind of freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom
(repeat x2)

Fasten on my mask
I’m bending to the task
I know this work is never finished
But if I close my eyes
I can still see you dancing
laughing loud and undiminished
Take your eyes off me   There’s nothing here to see   Just trying to keep my head together   As we make our vow    Let us remember ho   There’s nothing good that lasts forever      Time out on the running boards   We’re running   Through a world that’s lost it’s meaning   Trying to find a way to love   This running    Ain’t no kind of freedom      Feel the touch of grief   You stand in disbelief   Can steal the earth from right beneath you   And falling in so far   They know just where you are   Yea but there ain’t no way to reach you      Time out on the running boards   We’re running   Through a world that’s lost it’s meaning   Trying to find a way to love   This running    Ain’t no kind of freedom   Of freedom       It’s time to clean these boots   Fold up these parachutes   The word’s goodbye   But I can’t say it   The end is close at hand   I think we understand   There ain’t no use trying to delay it      Time out on the running boards   We’re running   Through a world that lost it’s meaning   Trying to find a way to love   This running    Ain’t no kind of freedom   Freedom, freedom, freedom   (repeat x2)      Fasten on my mask   I’m bending to the task   I know this work is never finished   But if I close my eyes   I can still see you dancing    laughing loud and undiminished
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