(Anastasio)
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I'm about to run
That old familiar feeling
Trapped and haunted
The noose around my neck

Regrets
Maybe it's not too late
I'm about to run
Forgive me

In flight
I can turn away
Exhale the memories are a little bit lighter
The wounds, the fever

The wrong was long ago
The wrong was long ago
Liar
Liar
I'm about to run

Sometimes the ghost is quiet
But the ghost is always there
And it seems no matter how far I go
He goes with me

Sitting on the floor
Thinking, breathing
Burning
Burning
I'm about to run

I'm about to run
I'm about to run
I'm about to run
I'm about to run