which way will you run
when it's always all around you
around the sun, some say there's gonna be the new hell, some say it's still too early to tell, some say it really ain't no myth at all..
and with each new beat
from your heart the roots grow deeper
the branches will they reach for what
nobody really knows
but underneath it all
theres this heart all alone
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