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Blown from the lips of a runaway

Trite is the weight of a farewell

I’ve fallen through the looking glass again

I’m far from, I’m far from home

Leaning on the gale of the storm

I’m facing, I’m facing fire

Fleeing from the pains of running right

Sad are the sorrows of the proud

The words to their own ruin ringing out

Rough is the road of my return

Traveled at the length of some year’s end

I’m far from, I’m far from home

Leaning on the gale of the storm

I’m facing, I’m facing fire

Fleeing from the pains of running right

Running right, running right, running right

Cold as the wind of my last words

Blown from the lips of a runaway

I’m far from, I’m far from home

Leaning on the gale of the storm

I’m facing, I’m facing fire

Fleeing from the pains of running right

Running right, running right, running right

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