The grey morning looms ahead of us,
A bird calls in the distance, full of sorrow
And it looks like another day of wandering,
Seems like we never stop, these days
Running for our lives
You held me down and made me promise,
I remember your expression
So I won't leave you for a while, at least
And we set out every cold and misty morning,
As we're running for
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