The Chase

I can feel the breath of the dogs programmed for death.
I must keep running; I must keep running.
Helicopters fly; Millions wait for me to die.
I must keep running; I must keep running.
As I try to flee, people watch me on TV.
I must keep running; I must keep running.
Breathe, move, breathe, move.
I must keep running; I must keep running.

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