Dirt street
Running down a dirt street
With my bare feet
Holding on your hand
As tight as I can
And never letting go
Running from my past
And going to the future
Running through time ain't a bad crime
The sun is coming up
And we better duck
Before we have to head home
But home is where the heart is
Start is
Where the place I'd like to be
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