Storm, by Cutie In A Death Cab
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I can't see past the haze
The clouds they blind my gaze
Twisters hit the surface deep
And break through smiles I try to keep
Spinning, spinning
The world won't stop
Won't ever let me
Come out on top
I search for mountains high
I look up towards the sky
All I see is flashes so bright
Of lightning in the cold, dark nite
Spinning, spinning
It all falls down
On top of me
And soon I'll drown
I try to cover shadows
I try to raise the lows
There isn't any happy sun
There isn't any loaded gun
Spinning, spinning
The world won't stop
Won't let me ever
Come out on top
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Posted: 2005-01-20 22:39:58 UTC |
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2005-05-07 17:34:18 | wishing_on_stars |
I like how you expressed the feeling of the world never letting you win. |