| The hurricane that blew last night worked wonders
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| The house is torn, the line is cut, now we see with real eyes, and talk with
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| Words that matter, and I am not your shelter
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| As the wind ripped everything, I finally felt my lungs expanding
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| Walk away from the before and into now
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| Walk away out of the old skin when the old skin’s drowned beneath the clouds
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| Walk away when all the world has blown apart
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| Walk away into the wet grass when the end is making new the start
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| Are you the same after the rain, are you stripped, too?
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| Or is the air overcome by the thought of breathing and percieving?
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| Is there a way to make a storm from nothing?
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| We’d break apart the gallery and with the sky all drained, you’d stare for miles
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| Walk away from the before and into now
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| Walk away out of the old skin when the old skin’s drowned beneath the clouds
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| Walk away when all the world has blown apart
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| Walk away into the wet grass when the end is making new the start
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| I’m lying out in the rain
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| I wait for the hurricane
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| To wash over me, ecstatic and free
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| To help me to see what I have chosen
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| Walk away from the before and into now
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| Walk away out of the old skin when the old skin’s drowned beneath the clouds
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| Walk away when all the world has blown apart
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| Walk away into the wet grass when the end is making new the start |