Cling to each rock
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the wind is not on our side
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pull yourself together it?? not much further
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From the top on high 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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He climbs over the top no breath no breath
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in his weak sick lungs she starts to run to the edge
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at last it?? 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 his eyes so weak he can?? 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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Hours pass before they reach the top, before they reach the top, before.
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She?? waiting.
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A City Called Coma (Part II)
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Emarosa |