I run from hate, I run from prejudice, I run from pessimists, but i run too late....
I run my life or is it running me ?run from my past ,run too fast or slow it seems...
when lies become the truth ,thats's when I run to you....
this world keeps spinning faster into a new disaster, so I run to you...I run to you baby...
and when it all starts coming undone baby you're the only one I run to,I run to you...
lady antebellum
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