i wanna run
but not from
the police
no, I wanna run
to find some
peace
on this greasy
globe
dear father
wear is my robe
of many colors
yeah I want one
just like my brothers
and my former lovers
yeah because I've read your book
from cover to cover
and realize
there will never be
another me
in your eyes
but surprise
I still
want a thousand more
tries
to run
into the sun
and will it
to be still
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