| Can you see the storm getting closer now?
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| Tell me how it feels being out there
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| A moment’s glimpse of his vignette
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| As he shone a light on the falling wall
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| Instant pictures form shattered persons
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| Whenever he leaves there’s a tainted mark
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| Flashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smoke
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| Revoking from the past things less provoked
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| Any which day, there is no relief
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| Adhesive words, spoken silently
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| The shattered man
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| Can you see the storm getting closer now?
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| Tell me how it feels being out there
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| I want to stay with you, and I see it clear now
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| You are giving me no choice
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| Let the rain pour down
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| He’s holding for the moment of the fall
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| Stolen knowledge by minds unformed
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| Regulate the demolition of annexe for the differing thoughts
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| Discarded sparks left years ago
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| Evoked a language much more austere
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| Reverberating with figments
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| He left a trace of translucence
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| Shattered man
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| There’s a shattered man in a shattered land |