Well I'm hopin' its true, that we will screw in
It seems a bit unclear
Oh as I wallow in my
It’s a silent shriek without a sound
He’s coming’ soon to
I’ll tell you a story
Of how the past it lies,
Some one to follow, someone to fear
Keeps me in line,
Thought I did but then I dont feel much anymore
The
Hold on tight
Light the night till’ the break of dawn
Until
Summer wind, is blowin' in
Can I hide in your breeze
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