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Man down,
Somewhere in the snowy city.
Man down,
Somewhere in the snowy city.

Running through alley ways,
On to the busy streets.
Running through slum towns,
Like underground track meets.
So underground, that nobody,
Knows, except you and me.
I wish I could go back,
To the man the at the corner store.
I wish I could be back,
To the man I was before.
If my wish came true,
Would I still miss you?

Man down,
Somewhere in the snowy city.
As the snow melts,
Around my floating body.
The snow melts,
Like old memories.

Running through alley ways,
Into busy subways.
Running away.
Running still today.
Running so long, that nobody,
Remembers, except for me.
I wish I could go back,
To all the little shops.
I wish I could be back,
And be something I’m not.
If my wish came,
Would I still love you?

Man down,
Somewhere in the snowy city.
This plane crash,
Knows no casualties.
This train wreck burned,
Like old memories.

Running to the hills,
In to a sleepy town.
Running so fast,
We can’t slow down.
So fast, that nobody,
Can see you, except for me.
I wish I could go back,
The lake were we used to laugh.
I wish I could go back,
When we ran without a track.
If my wish came true,
Could I do this with you?

Man down,
Somewhere in the snowy city.
Man down,
Somewhere in the snowy city.
Man down.
Man down.
Man down.
Like sad memories.