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So I dropped out of my own race,
a race with no finish line,
no first or last place.
These faces all rush right past me.
I turn and walk away,
cause we finally know now what our
time here's about, we were not meant to be
another face in the crowd.
We're a forest of lives,
but we grow tall and wide.
We'll never be cut down.

Destination anywhere but here.