| Look ma, the wind’s stopped blowing
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| And I see that that means nothing
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| There’s more to a storm
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| And all the wires are down, and there is not a sound
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| But I pray just for today, yeah
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| Look ma, I ain’t done growing
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| My blind eyes are slowly opening up again
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| Sun overhead
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| By now, denial is breaking
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| I’m over the fake love-making
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| As a way of quick escape
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| Through the chaos and the calm
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| Found some comfort in the harm
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| And I fall apart
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| Look ma, some winds still blowing
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| I’m over pretending knowing it all
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| As I hit the floor
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| It’s gonna be a long, long day
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| Looking for a long, long winter
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| Planning on an easy way
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| To get around the whole thing quicker
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| Trick of the mind for a minute
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| Was only lying to myself
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| Pushing my luck to the limit
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| Putting the poison in the shelf
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |