The Long Distance Runners knuckles

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Back in school they’d make you feel so dumb
They’d crack your knuckles white
All the kids would scream and run
I’d want to stand and fight
So don’t accuse me of silver spoons
There’s plastic in my mouth
We’re 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
I’m the middle son

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