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Storm, cast me out. So I can feel it in another way. I won't talk about. Warm passenger's high. If I could feed it for another day. It might run me dry. I know the season's evolved to a freeze. Putting hearts in the balance here. It's up to your knees and it's shifting. Degrees and it's choking. Your atmosphere. Storm, wind me out. So I can feel it in another way. They won't talk about. Worn masochist's sigh. A distant figure in a photograph. Another eye. I know your reason is stalled. And your freedoms dissolved. In your passion dear. It's burning your eyes and it's. Killing your mind. And it's broken your atmosphere. But should you find it. Obscene in that grey. Old dramatics hear a young heart say. Lord if you've got lungs. C'mon shout me out. I know the freeze has unthawed. And it's putting your love into. Action dear. It's off in the breeze and it's. Shifting degrees. And it's opened your atmosphere. So should you decide it's. Obscene in that grey. Old dramatics hear a young heart say. Lord if you've got lungs. C'mon shout me out. |
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