Cling to each rock
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The wind is not on our side
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not on our side
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not on our side
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Pull yourself together, it¡¯s not much further
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From the top on high
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the smoke is finding its way to the sky
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not a place I want to be, not a place I want to be
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she sits pale skinned in a fire light
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One message to change her mind.
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One message to change her life forever.
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One message to change her mind.
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[He climbs over the top no breath no breath
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in his weak sick lungs
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she starts to run to the edge.
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At last it¡¯s over]
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Cling to each rock
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the wind is not on our side.
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She lays beside him,
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His eyes so weak he can¡¯t even make her out.
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But his body feels her all around him.
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She whispers something in his ear
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That he takes to the grave,
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To the grave.
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Hours pass before they reach the top,
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Before they reach the top, before. (x2)
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She¡¯s waiting. (x8)
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A City Called Coma - Part II
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| Emarosa |
