The Long Distance Runners
knuckles
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Back in school theyâd make you feel so dumb
Theyâd crack your knuckles white
All the kids would scream and run
Iâd want to stand and fight
So donât accuse me of silver spoons
Thereâs plastic in my mouth
Weâre not the only ones at the first new moon
Who packs up and flies south
Hey Ray, remember Dave?
And the night we had you on the run
I was there my Pa and I
Iâm the middle son