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Footsteps pound
like heartbeats at the
speed of sound.


Run run run,
jump right off the gun.
Into the night
you flee;
you fight.

Into a place where all you can do
is be who you are
and that is you.

Into a place where you belong.
Into a place where I belong.

Into the sky,
the heavens above.
Up to the stars,
fitting there like a glove.

Into a place where we fit in;
into the place of no worried sin.

Do i give in?
Do i fight?

Do you choose to live
tonight?