the way through the forest
the aim in my head
an unexpected guest
that i wish i was dead
go back to the forest
i can’t come with you
soon i can’t remember
what i really do, really do...
she’s waiting with sugar
i run for my life
run full of faith
just seeing the knife
you missed your chances
play this game yourself
soon i can’t remember
what i do to myself, do to myself...
you have to go - just half the way
so take the chance and leave the day
running faster - full of faith
running faster - full of faith
running faster - full of faith
come back! come back! come back!
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by Dickinson