The story
He chases a prize that never quite fits his hands.
He stands in the glow of a little award, holding it like it might explain the miles he has run and the things he has lost. The room stays small around him, all polish and silence, while he measures what he has against what he hoped would finally be enough. The shine looks brighter than it feels, and he is still not sure it belongs to him.
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Lyrics
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