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Shelter From The Storm
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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How often did I ask my lifeline why
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I had to suffer just to find
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A shelter where itą„s safe and warm
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In the neverending torturing storm
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I always saw the house, couldną„t find the door
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And I never knew what I was here for
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Years I waited for a sign in the rain
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To show me just a place to forget my pain
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Shelter from the storm
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The world lies in coldness but you are the warmth
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When truth is reality letą„s be the lie
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When you are the death Ią„ll gladly die
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Maybe you and me weą„re trapped in the dark
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Maybe you and me weą„re chained to the ground
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But this is what I have been waiting for
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What I always searched but never found
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After all it will be the songs that you sing
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Your voice in the night is my way to survive
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And all those voices from the darker side
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Ią„ll beat them to protect your pride
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Shelter from the storm
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The world lies in coldness and you are the warmth
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When truth is reality letą„s be the lie
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When you are the death Ią„ll gladly die
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Shelter From The Storm
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| Another Tale |
