Longer I Run

When that blood runs warm with an old red wine, I miss the life that I left behind.

When I hear the sound of the black birds cry, I know I left in the nick of time.

Well this road I’m on is gonna turn to sand… leave me lost in a far off land. So let me ride the wind till I dont look back and forget the life I almost had.

If I wander till I die, may I know who’s hand Im in. If my home I never find, then let me live again. The longer I run, the less that I find, selling my soul for a nickel and dime, its breaking my heart to keep singing these rhymes and loosing again.

Tell my brother please not to look for me, I aint the man that I used to be. If my savoir comes will you let him know, I have gone away for to save my soul. 

If I wander till I die, may I know who’s hand Im in. If my home I never find, then let me live again. The longer I run, the less that I find, selling my soul for a nickel and dime, its breaking my heart to keep singing these rhymes and loosing again.

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Loosing again, Loosing again, loosing again, loosing again. 

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