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Dark The moon is chained with silver to my waist
And the sun is tethered by a rope to my head
You'd think that it's light would shine on my face
But from the looks of things it's light is dead
How could I ever think to run from this place
I'd keep on running no matter how much my feet bled
But the planets would always give their chase
Following my tracks left outlined in red
Can I run faster
Can I breathe faster
Can I feel faster
Can I move faster than the earth and the wind
And the stars in the sky
Can I fly, can I win
Or will I just die, blades of sorrow oh so thin
Ripping through my skin
But in the end...
Can I win
The sun and the moon slow me down in this race
I probably should have gone lighter instead
How can I ever keep up this pace
I've left my life behind, along with my bed
The moon simply watches, never without grace
Though the sun glares at me, so easily read
My pride long gone, away without trace
My fear and pain growing, steadily fed
Can I run faster
Can I breathe faster
Can I feel faster
Can I move faster than the earth and the wind
And the stars in the sky
Can I fly, can I win
Or will I just die, blades of sorrow oh so thin
Ripping through my skin
But in the end...
Can I win
The moon is chained with silver to my waist
And the sun is tethered by a rope to my head
You'd think that it's light would shine on my face
But from the looks of things it's light is dead
Will I ever get away from this place
Where the planets align to fulfill my worst dread
The sun and the moon slow me down in this race
I probably should have gone lighter instead
Can I run faster
Can I breathe faster
Can I feel faster
Can I move faster than the earth and the wind
And the stars in the sky
Can I fly, can I win
Or will I just die, blades of sorrow oh so thin
Ripping through my skin
But in the end...
Can I win
Can I fly
Can I run
