I see the clouds approaching,
oh how they pray for rain to wash us all away.
Maybe we can start again, and begin a new day.
Now I see how fast my days fade away. Fade away.
You took all that I had to give.
We always take the hand of the wicked.
We are always defacing the things we cannot comprehend.
The image has been painted into the mind.
Learn to read between the lines.
Now we have been blinded by the lies.
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