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Here we run down the highway out of this city, I hold your hand tight, the cars behind us "come on, faster" I say the bullets blasting into us, I loose my grip and fall off the bridge into the water, the bubbles surrounding me, falling father into the black sea "They wont get us" I hit the bottom and wait for nothing to fall down with me, you had ran and left, here I lay floating waiting forever, for nothing.