it's not so much a storm,
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but just a cloud that lives inside of me
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he doesn't stir so easily these days,
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but when he wakes he goes the distance
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in a marathon of days too long
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open containers that sing songs,
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"you'll never dream again,
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but you can pray"
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i guess we only settle in to what we know
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i guess we always settle in, and we know.
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but there is comfort in a world
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where darkness is the only thing we see
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and cold is all we have to breathe
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where affectations keep us company,
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where the lies we tell to the eyes that roll in doubt
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are somehow out of our control.
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it's not about the scars, but more the crowds that walk all over me
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they don't give up too easily these days,
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but when they break they go to pieces.
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fall apart right here in north side bars
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under a sky that knows no stars
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you'll never shine again,
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but you will stay.
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i guess we only settle in to what we know
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i guess we always settle in, and we know.
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but there is comfort in a world
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where darkness is the only thing we see
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and cold is all we have to breathe
|
where affectations keep us company,
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where the lies we tell to the eyes that roll in doubt
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are somehow out of our control.
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we lost control.
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Settle For Satin
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| Alkaline Trio |
