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runner… foot, track, foot, track
i’m looking only straight
speed, dread, heart pulse
and nervousness to the nails
is that real? i’m running out of breath
hunted deer, who knows and feels death
what will it be, when he finally gets me?
what will it be, if one day i give up?
shooter… bullet, shot, bullet, shot
and target without blood
object, lust, power, gun
no time to think and just run
where is he? that runner cannot hide
it’s not me, who will be on his side
what will it be, if i finally get him?
what will it be, if one day i give up?
so let’s pretend that we’re not enemies
let’s act like we have a common base
white flag is lying at your feet
prefer to use it instead of the chase
runner… breathe, don’t look back
no fear of getting stuck
hot air, cold sweat
this is fight, no racing bet
who is he? who wants to shoot at me?
one minute, i need to slow down and breathe
what will it be, when he finally gets me?
what will it be, if one day he gives up?
shooter… aim, doubt, no mind
it’s about concentration
crawl, jump, hide, climb
no time for complication
it’s my chance, now i can see his back
now he’ll dance, i’ll give him firing attack
what will it be, if he’d flee far away?
this is the time, when there’s nothing to say
this is the time, when there’s nothing to say
this is the time, when there’s nothing to say
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