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we all run for something
Run for God, for fate, for love, for hate
For gold and rust, for diamonds and dust
I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun
I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun
I'll be the bright in black that's making you run
And we'll feel alright, and we'll feel alright
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah, we'll work it out