Clouds roll in, dark and unforgiving.
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I'll stop, and wait for it.
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These years fall to the ground mixed with the rain.
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They trickle down my face.
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My aged reflection stares with apathy.
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Help me get away...
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From trees collapsing in the wind.
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Here are the facts as I see them:
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The world is fading one frame at a time
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And I'm still uncomfortable.
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Now the years they splash beneath my feet,
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Distorted in the wake.
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Halted feet won't weigh out the mistake.
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There's a better way...
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To make it through this storm.
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The ice shards cut through my face.
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Here are the facts as I see them:
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The world is fading one frame at a time
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And I'm still uncomfortable.
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I am still.
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I am still.
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With every blink from my eye,
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These moments slip from my mind,
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So this storm will never subside.
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These winds won't die.
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They won't die.
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I will find a better way.
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(I am still)
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There's always a better way.
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(I am still)
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I will forget you.
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(I am still)
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I will forget you for now.
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Storm Covered Ceilings
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| On The Last Day |
