| The sum of grief is way too high
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| Sanity is on the line
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| There’s a storm of fear a head
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| It ain’t easy to prevent
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| People fade away, but their presence remain
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| People pay their dues, when the storm is calling in, calling in
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| Calling in, when the storm is calling in, calling in
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| Calling in, when the storm is calling in
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| Broken dreams of vanity
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| Harmonize with shades of black
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| I guess we’re equal now
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| No one else to blame
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| No limits on the line
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| The storm is calling in
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| When the day calls your name
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| People fade away, but their presence remain
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| People pay their dues, when the storm is calling in, calling in
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| Calling in, when the storm is calling in, calling in
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| Calling in, when the storm is calling in
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| Tear stained blues, made of thoughts
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| It makes me wanna hesitate
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| People fade away, but their presence remain
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| People pay their dues, when the storm is calling in, calling in
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| Calling in, when the storm is calling in, calling in
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| Calling in, when the storm is calling in |