Running through the wind
With nowhere else to go
Raindrops on my face
I leave my laugh behind
As I cower under my bag
And I'm running through the wind
With no one else with me
My thoughts are on rewind
My eyes linger on your smile
I wonder what you meant
And I wish it was the start
Of a whole new story
Yes I'm sick of the prelude
And epilogues are so out
So I thought that you and me
Should stick to the middle
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