It's not so much a storm
But just a cloud that lives inside of me
He doesnt stir so easily, these days
But when he wakes he goes the distance
In a marathon of days too long
No paint containers that sing songs
You'll never dream again, but you can pray
First verse corrections:
It's not so much a storm But just a cloud that lives inside of me He doesnt stir so easily, these days But when he wakes he goes the distance In a marathon of days too long No paint containers that sing songs You'll never dream again, but you can pray
Second Verse:
But more the crowds that walk all over me
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