| Even though you felt that way
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| I was with the hurricane
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| Looking out on what I made
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| It was then I felt the hammer
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| Adjusted aperture, chasing light
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| I foraged through the ground
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| I was losing my sight
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| Disconnected
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| Uncorrected
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| New beds in new hotels
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| Set to remind me of our shared history
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| Even though you felt that way
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| I was with the hurricane
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| Looking out on what I made
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| Even though you told me months before
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| Some things I couldn’t say
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| Looking out on what I made
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| A story more intact
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| I’ll try to provide
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| But with the constant mist
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| The haze to coincide
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| Misrepresented
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| Overextended
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| A new desk in a new office
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| Set to remind me of our shared history
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| Even though you felt that way
|
| I was with the hurricane
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| Looking out on what I made
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| Even though you told me months before
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| Some things I couldn’t say
|
| Looking out on what I made
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| The air was too heavy
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| All struggle who breathe it in
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| The ropes too tight
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| Compounding while we sleep
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| The air was too heavy
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| The ropes too tight
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| The air was too heavy
|
| The ropes too tight
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| And even though you felt that way
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| I was with the hurricane
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| Looking out on what I made
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| On what I made
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| And even though you told me months before
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| Some things I couldn’t say
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| Looking out on what I made |