Can you see the storm getting closer now?
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Tell me how it feels being out there
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A moment's glimpse of his vignette
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As he shone a light on the falling wall
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Instant pictures form shattered persons
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Whenever he leaves there's a tainted mark
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Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke
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Revoking from the past things less provoked
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Any which day, there is no relief
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Adhesive words, spoken silently
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The shattered man
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Can you see the storm getting closer now?
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Tell me how it feels being out there
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I want to stay with you, and I see it clear now
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You are giving me no choice
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Let the rain pour down
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He's holding for the moment of the fall
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Stolen knowledge by minds unformed
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Regulate the demolition of annexe for the differing thoughts
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Discarded sparks left years ago
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Evoked a language much more austere
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Reverberating with figments
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He left a trace of translucence
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Shattered man
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There's a shattered man in a shattered land
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Storm
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| Theatre Of Tragedy |
