Original Sinner - Running in Place | Текст песни

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Worn down wishes, frail from atrophy
Withering while I sit and wait
Feet bound, concrete, drowned in apathy
Save me before it’s way too late
It feels like I’m running in place
I’m jaded, a broken case
Perceiving my name not disgraced
And all left in the wake
Best made plans are laid to waste
It feels like I’m running in place

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