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Then I Run Lyrics
Sleeping, I saw you in a dream.
Hey, I'm feeling kinda sick these days.
I come along. I smell the air.
I hear them smile and I'm beside me.
My head feels light and so are theirs.
Frames are molded once again.
I feel it come.
I go outside and I lay down in the cool grass.
When I look up it isn't there, but you can sense it in the evening.
And then I run. And then I run. And then
I run. And then I run. And then I run.
And then I run And then I run.
I guess I should have seen them coming.
I guess I should have seen them.
I should have seen them.
And then I run.
Hey, I'm feeling kinda sick these days.
I come along. I smell the air.
I hear them smile and I'm beside me.
My head feels light and so are theirs.
Frames are molded once again.
I feel it come.
I go outside and I lay down in the cool grass.
When I look up it isn't there, but you can sense it in the evening.
And then I run. And then I run. And then
I run. And then I run. And then I run.
And then I run And then I run.
I guess I should have seen them coming.
I guess I should have seen them.
I should have seen them.
And then I run.
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I view this as a sort of Holocaust-esque song. How all those people are fleeing something, and then they'll die. It's so beautifully sad, so terribly dramatic, and so delightfuly sleepy.
The way he sings it makes it feel like he's a person that's been shot by a stry bullet and then he's just laying there, watching everything occur, and remembering how it was and how it is.
And even in death, he will still run.
I think it's about fighting life difficulties. It's about someone going through a hard life situation, maybe was even being close to death... I don't agree the hero finally dies though. I think the screaming power of the chorus represents the great strength and will to survive. The ending of the song sounds quite positive, and it's what represents the success for me.
agreed... certainly about death, or rather, slow death... for every second we're dying a little.