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Sometimes you win,
sometimes you lose,
sometimes you wish you knew
what you were living for.
Towers rising to the sky,
on the 4 again,
riding from Santa Monica,
watching the crowds rush in,
wondering if my dreams will ever be
more than dreams....
Running through the woods,
trees all around,
sounds of birds singing now,
free of the things
that keep us down,
sharing our love in the wild
we run free...
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