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Walk don’t run, don’t let them know.

That you’re all alone

cause they’ll chase you and throw you stones

just for fun from behind bastards

Here’s a feather I got it from a crow now

Put it on your mesh hat I know you like

to wear black

Make it straight to the nearest phone

(and call)

Did you keep my number, zombie?

Cause I’ve been there before and I know

what you’re made of

You call her a bitch, but you wish she was

right here

Tell me about how she played you like a fool

like a rookie

How you’d never put your trust in

anyone before and

how you’re never gonna do it again

Then if you make sure that there’s

no-one around

I’ll tell you a secret baby

You’re right she was the one and

she’s never gonna come back she’s gone

and you wish you were dead or at least

you could fuck your brains up

Cause there’s no where in the world

you’ll stop thinking about her

(Herman Dune – Walk don’t run)