no more runnin
says my mind
all this movement
has just proved
your kisses are too fine
hold the honey that i see
friends i once had
turn their thoughts away from me
no more runnin
ive got to be
on back porches
with a torch
of a fire fly lit tree
its what i hoped for
its what i hoped for
no more runnin
no more runnin
i lock my bones and
trip my feet
i told them
ill find a place to be
you stink like candy
in your teeth
when you
leave your face with me
no more runnin
says my mind
all this movement
has just proved
your kisses are too fine
its what i hoped for
its what i hoped for
no more runnin
no more runnin
no more runnin
no more runnin
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