Like a thunder storm it's breaking out
Won't take another blow, and,
I'll never kneel or falter
'cause you are not the only
I'm not crawling back again
Though I'm old, trite and weary
And I know I'm alive enough
So there is nothing to revive -
I tried to wash away those filthy lies
Betrayed and lead astray,
I still hear you breathing
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