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She is trapped inside a month of grey

And they take a little every day

She is a victim of her own responses

Shackled to a heart that wants to settle

And then runs away

It’s a sin to be fading endlessly

COUNTING CROWS, Mercury

Her long blonde hair flying in the wind

she’s been running half her life

the chrome and steel she rides

colliding with the very air she breathes

the air she breathes

NEIL YOUNG, Unknown legend