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Running 


Chorus

I’m running out of time
Running out of space
Running out of words that could
describe how love could taste
What could be the goal?
What is it we chase?
What makes us believe
there’s not one second we can waste?

I’m running out of time but I don’t know for what
I wanted you to find a way out of this rut
I’ve never been inclined to believe what others say
It’s not that I’m unkind, I just don’t have naivete

Chorus

I’m running out of space but I don’t know for what
You want me to erase but I think I should cut
You’d better run in case I change what I am thinkin’ of
Give me one trace of hate to hold up all this love

Chorus

I’m running out of words but I don’t know for what
There’re plenty to be heard but these ones are inside my gut
I thought that when you stirred my drink that I would rise again
But my vision’s blurred and I know who to blame

Chorus

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