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Time to pack your bag,
Give them back the key,
You've surrendered many objects
As the years have flown,
They remain in distant towns
Which you once called your own.
Like the one whose door
You go to shut once more.
Destination: Run
"Make it what you want"
These are words that haunt
Your countless inspirations lead to muddy thoughts
So your normal inclination is to not get caught
Falling a little short
On your grade report.
Destination: Run
Away into the clouds
You search and search and search
Where are you headed now?
Destination: Run
You've surrendered many objects
As the years have flown,
They remain in distant towns
Which you once called your own.
Like the one whose door
You go to shut once more.
Destination: Run
Copyright 2008 David Babich
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