| I’m awakened by the sound
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| Of rain against my window
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| It’s getting harder to ignore
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| But these tired eyes need rest
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| Scattered light through broken windows
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| Far beneath fluorescent skies
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| Voices calling from a distance
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| So why am I still standing here?
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| The tense, electric hum abides
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| The wires meant to contain it
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| Until it arcs through angry skies
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| That look down with contempt
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| Scattered light through broken windows
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| Far beneath fluorescent skies
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| Voices calling from a distance
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| So why am I still standing here?
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| Rivers overflow their banks
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| And change their course forever
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| Force their will upon the earth
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| And wash it all away
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| Scattered light through broken windows
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| Far beneath fluorescent skies
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| Voices calling from a distance
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| So why am I still standing here? |