In bed, without what needed to be said
In fear, of what you can hear.
What will make you run
and what will make you come?
Some signs are easy to find
Some lies, dare to be defied.
But what will make you run
and what will make you come?
Ways inside, I will not guide
Ways around, I will not bound, either.
So, what will make you run
and what will make you come?
In some ways, I think I know...
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