I guess it's time I run into the snow, the blinding storm, the white white light that takes me far away from here. Like a pirate ship it will steal me away and bear me off on the great grey sea. Tears and rain, tears or rain; water all the same. You'll never know, you'll never go, you'll never stay to see. More than just words, I need to hear. I need here. I need I need I need.
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