They say an ounce of prevention
is worth a pound of cure,
and I've waited too long
I need two pounds, I'm sure.
I've put the bandaids on,
gauze on the wound,
I keep on running
from what'll catch me soon.
I put the rearview on
as I'm losing control
and the radio song
carries me along.
The trees fall to grass,
the past not meant to last,
no time to prevent
when I'm going too fast.
Stayin’ ahead
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