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You’ll think of me When the rain comes down You’ll think of me When the thunder rumbles the ground You’ll

About the night before She stares off at the road Her finger taps the door I’d hate to judge If

Take my hand, I heard you say Depend on me. Close your eyes, I’ll lead the way Don’t disagree. I’ve

I feel the wind in my hair And it’s whispering, telling me things Of the storm that is gathering near

Newborn from fire and ashes Dwelled with the storm and the wind He fought with courage and vigor Determined to

We’ll be your last way out, when you’re losing control We’ll be the spark of hope, when your story is

Я разрушаю привычные связи, Не успевая оглянуться На сто сантиметров назад. Новая форма Привычная на первый взгляд… Все вроде бы

How does it feel when all you’re counting on is scatterbrained? Every wind that you have sailed upon a hurricane

Ground below, just save me from it all Ground below, embrace me Dark the soul that saves me, you save