13.We Can Run Away Now They're All Dead And Gone
One step too far is not far enough,
Away from here.
Stay close to me, don't relax your grip
on my right hand.
But you are all I really want,
In this life.
You could be the summer rain
on my face.
You push a little tear into
my eyelid.
Don't torture yourself thinking that
it must sting.
Don't turn your head,
Pretend they're all dead and gone by now.
Can you feel that？
Feels like breath on the back of my neck.
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