| Here comes a storm
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| The dust and papers dance around the room
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| It tells of a storm
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| The sky is a painted viscous swirl of troubled hues
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| There’s a storm
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| The branches rock and dance and creak and wave
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| We’re in for a storm
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| I’ve got this headache that I’ve had for days
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| Here comes the rain
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| The first few drops caress and gently dance
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| They light up your face
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| You smile in wonder looking through the eyes of a child once again
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| But soon the gentle drops become the deadly wolf of a gale
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| Our voices become lost beneath the chaos
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| Here comes a storm
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| The way the wind it starts to play and race
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| It whispers a storm
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| And here comes a storm
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| Just as everything was falling into place here’s a storm
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| There must be a storm
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| Don’t we need it
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| Just to clear it
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| To blow the dust away
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| Away, to a place where it can never be found or thought of again
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| Draw me the shades
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| The beasts that softly whisper in your ear & keep you awake
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| We all have ghosts and monsters dear it’s best to give them a face
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| And then you simply take it, burn and throw the ashes away
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| The creeping doubts will disappear without trace
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| Here comes the dawn
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| I can’t believe we’ve been sitting here all night talking this long
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| About exactly when and where it started going so wrong
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| Dissecting every aspect as if it was fine all along
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| I told you that I’d never been all that strong
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| Here comes a storm
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| And with it come the things that we will have to face in this storm
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| And here comes a storm
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| Just as everything was falling into place here’s a storm
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| There must be a storm
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| Don’t we need it
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| Just to clear it
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| To blow the ashes away
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| Away, to a place where they can never be found or thought of again
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| This patch of blue, this ray of sun
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| The sense of a strange uneasy calm
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| Perhaps that was all, perhaps we’re done
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| Or maybe the worst is yet to come
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| And all is calm and cold as death
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| As all of nature holds her breath
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| But soon enough she’ll blow
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| She’ll howl
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| She knows
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| And she will howl
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| She’ll blow us deep into the ground
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| To the ground
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| Where we can only pray that we’ll never be found |