.Running down 3rd Street, 4AM,
Barenaked trees I can hardly feel my hands
And I start to ponder," What am I running from?",
Is it the cold that numbs my body,
Or the fear of feeling nothing at all?"
Hold on we've got to slow down because,
We're making a mess of love,
Hold on,.
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