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We are all in a building...rushing...rushing....rushing out the door.
It was dark inside and we all wanted out.
we both wanted me out....
I wanted out of the dark, and you wanted me out of the picture.
rushing...rushing...rushing out the door...
It's dimly lit outside...a path lined with with torches.
rushing...rushing...rushing....we all want out....we both want me out.
you push your way towards me with hate[?] in your eyes...
pushing...pushing...pushing....
you push yourself through me, and I feel myself start to fall,
the blackness beneath me...rushing....and I stop in mid air.
Someone has caught me, as you push through him too.
to jump, is our only way to survive....and so we do.
rushing...rushing...rushing...