Tonight early dusk will bring you fear that I'll be gone.
Like a shadow with the dark.
Fleeting like the northern winds.
Catch me as I pass you by.
Will you follow me as the wind blows through the open window,
and crosses your face will a cool breeze.
How does it feel to have the tables turned.
Is it courage or fear that drives you.
I hope you're finally happy that I've gone away.
When I open the floodgates.
Open the window and let in the night air.
Into a world not so cold.
Do you know what it's like to breath through someone else's lungs.
But they won't bring you sleep.
To find the place where I lay my head.
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