The way that your body moves
It feels so right
The shake
Its in your eyes
Its when we laugh but still cry
6am and feelin tired
Been runnin every day
The weight of the
I find myself racing for dream running out of time
Slowly
The tension is building upIts getting me downI go crazy
As I wander down this roadThe only road I’ve known
This masqueradeThe games we play all come down to thisSip
Been three damn weeks since I saw your faceFrom
I find myself racing for dream running out of timeSlowly
This must be the hardest thing I've had to doHow
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