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点击复制red dots fading in the grey of dawn
standing on the edge of the winter lawn
blood on the knee from a fall on the stone
walking the path that you take alone
fingers are cold on the iron latch
waiting for a light and a heavy match
you are a shadow in the morning sun
counting the miles till the race is done
hardest kind of freedom to hold in the hand
watching the distance turn into sand
scared of the monsters behind the door
now you dont need the help anymore
driving to a future i cannot see
leaving the shadow of the willow tree
the road is pulling the thread away
nothing is left for the tongue to say
you are a shadow in the morning sun
counting the miles till the race is done
hardest kind of freedom to hold in the hand
watching the distance turn into sand
my turn
to let go
watch you learn
drive slow
watching the distance
turn into sand