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The wind curls and curls against your face...

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And the salt against your cheek burns.

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. The frost settles and caresses your soul...

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And rivals their wish to be free...

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. You look and look for someone to hold...

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But there's only your tears...

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. There's a vision of death...

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And a dream of tomorrow called today...

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. And life will snicker and you'll mourn in denial...

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But this is the last chance...

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. And that is the rain...

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The world is a cruel place.
Don't get caught in between.

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