I used to love the sound of my running shoes, Kissing the cool asphalt, forgetting my blues. But once I'd stop, the inertia would kick in, And we'd cross paths again - me and my sins. -
I used to love the sound of my running shoes, Kissing the cool asphalt, forgetting my blues. But once I'd stop, the inertia would kick in, And we'd cross paths again - me and my sins.
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