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301 - Run Like Hell

And when you loose control
you'll reap the harvest you have sown

And as the fear grows
the bad blood slows and turns to stone

And it's too late to lose the weight
you used to need to throw around

So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone