Send out the morning birds to sing of the damage
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Now that the calm's returned, I know I can't manage
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You're standing in my doorway, though he's asleep in my bed
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The steady murmur, always in my head..
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You're the finest thing that I've done, the hurricane I'll never outrun
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I could wait around for the dust to still, but I don't believe that it ever will.
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And since the roof fell in, I'll lean on what matters
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Caught in the slightest wind, everything else unravels
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You're standing in my doorway seven cities ago
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The days are racing, but you come back too slow..
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You're the finest thing that I've done, the hurricane I'll never outrun
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I could wait around for the dust to still, but I don't believe that it ever will.
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Hurricane
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| The Hush Sound |
