Running Through The Dark (Chris Schistad)

Running Through The Dark (Chris Schistad)

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Last published Tue, Jan 31, 2017

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"And all we ever wanted Was sunlight and honesty Highlights to wanna repeat Let's get away from here and Live like the movies do I won't mind when it's over At least I didn't think for a while So let's run Make a great escape And I'll be waiting outside for the getaway It doesn't matter who we are We'll keep running through the dark And all we'll ever need is another day We can slow down 'cause tomorrow is a mile away And live like shooting stars 'Cause happy endings hardest to fake Sunsets on power lines Making a break for the other side Heading out to where that sunshine 45 millimeter rolling like we lost time Polaroids and outcast Rather burnout young than grow up fast And we could be forever future bound 'Cause all I need is time and now And I could leave this past behind me And all we ever wanted, was sunlight and honesty And maybe I'll see a way for me to stay Highlights to wanna repeat When there's so much out there Let's get away from here and"

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