You've got these little things,
That you've been running from.
You either love it or i guess you don't.
You're such a pretty thing,
To be running from anyone.
A vision with nowhere to go.
So tell me right now,
You think you're ready for it?
I wanna know
why you got me going
So let's go, We'll take it out of here.
I think I'm ready to leap.
Still friends? :(
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