If I
Tell anyone, who you are
They will run, and will keep running.
One day you're fine and the next you're gone.
Multiply it by infinity
and take it to the deep of forever
and you still have, and you still have
Every bone six feet under the ground
i've seen it in silence
now they're crosses, now they're crosses
burried in green
But they will run again...from you
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