| Most my life I’ve been trying to find a shelter from the storm
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| Using all the driftwood from the bridges that I burned
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| 'Til I get thrown into the tempest that extinguishes the drought
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| And fatally the flames, they flicker and are finally fading out
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| 'Cause young hearts were made to sever
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| And blood burns for the fever
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| I let you in
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| Drink the poison as my medicine
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| I shield the flame
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| In the middle of a hurricane
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| I never learned
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| Chasing down another storm
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| I shield the flame
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| In the middle, middle of a hurricane
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| Now we’re spinning in a raindance together on a plain
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| Maybe just to clear away the clouds that remain
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| I’ve been painted in a corner, left to fight against the troops
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| But now I know there is no outcome to the ending without you
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| 'Cause young hearts were made to sever
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| And blood burns for the fever
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| I let you in
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| Drink the poison as my medicine
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| I shield the flame
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| In the middle of a hurricane
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| I never learned
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| Chasing down another storm
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| I shield the flame
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| In the middle, middle of a hurricane
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| In the backseat
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| Sticking my head out the window
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| Singing a song that we don’t remember anymore
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| You had me but I should’ve seen the warning signs
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| The cold on your hands that probably still hides behind blue eyes
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| And now I feel like a sheep in sheep’s clothing
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| In a den of wolves
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| My heart beats hard like a thunderstorm brewing
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| Unable to leave your love
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| I let you in
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| Drink the poison as my medicine
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| I shield the flame
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| In the middle of a hurricane
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| I never learned
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| Chasing down another storm
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| I shield the flame
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| In the middle, middle of a hurricane |