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It's getting colder |
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And darker every day |
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And all the bloodred flowers |
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Slowly turn to grey |
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We need some wind |
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To blow the clouds away |
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we need a sun to dry the rain |
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We need to break the chain of yesterday |
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We need a storm to kill the pain |
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I don't remember |
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Nothing but a minor chord |
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There's still some ember |
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Of the fire you adored |
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We need some wind |
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To blow the clouds away |
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We need it today |
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We need it today |
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We need a sun |
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To dry the rain |
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To kill the pain |
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To kill the pain |
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And when the thunder opens hell |
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Walking down the border of farewell |
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I'd cut your hand off so I'd never let it go |
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Is this the final |
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The climax of the show |
