.This city is made of a million trips and I'm a runner.
I've whipped the blood out of my elbows,
And cooled down my lungs.
For every scar on my knees,
A piece of its sidewalks wonders if it still hurts.
You know it still hurts.
Once I'll be tired, I'll probably run.
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