| Started walking on the path that life was leading
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| A destination chosen, not by myself alone
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| I was following willingly
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| Dreams of a new road, I could see
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| My destination waiting, but I chose to rest as the drops began to fall
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| Heavy with the weight of the world through misery
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| I long for the calm before the rain
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| I long for the calm before the rain
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| The rain colours the lonely with a need to touch the sky but
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| Here you’ll find me through the looking glass
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| I know the feeling well enough
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| The sun gets left out in the cold
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| There’s always calm before the downpour
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| I must be prepared and bold
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| The sounds of the past will soon be heard
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| Like bombs, they fall again and the heavens burst with remorse and regret
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| I long for the calm before the rain
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| I long for the calm before the rain
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| The rain colours the lonely with a need to touch the sky
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| It’s weaving your heart with faith when the comfort of your lines are crossed
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| and all of your pages have been turned
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| Here you’ll find me through the looking glass
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| Now I won’t wait for that storm to pass
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| I left it behind, and walked away unsure if it will last
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| I can never get back what I chose to throw away
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| Choices made without the heart, now despised
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| The rain colours the lonely with a need to touch the sky
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| It’s weaving your heart with faith when the comfort of your lines are crossed
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| and all of your pages have been turned
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| Here you’ll find me through the looking glass
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| Rains arrival I await now with pleasure
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| Cleansing drops now become my treasure
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| I scream out and the heavens tear |