Ideamen
running home
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Donât let your feet settle at all. Donât let your feet hit the ground. Donât let your feet settle at all. Youâre going to need to catch your breath but you can feel it down your neck, and itâs alien. Home where I hear thereâs trouble, come running on the double. Home where I hear thereâs trouble, critical and vital. And itâs off again, it broke and ran. A piece of man, itâs alien. Hang on your contribution, a fiery elocution. Tale of an open cycle, chronicle insightful. Youâre going to need⦠Look at the sky. Take a breath and taste the open air with me, out among the trees. Only today⦠the dark above us full of stars that donât belong. Then they ran away. Sorry.