It runs through our veins
It runs through our veins
It runs through our eyes
It runs through our smiles
It runs through our lies
It runs through our dreams
It runs through our nightmares
It follows you silently
Collecting your memories
Collecting your envy
Collecting your pity.
Like ships in the night, we wait on its beckoning,
Maybe it will not come today,
But surely we are one step closer,
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