الكلمات الأصلية
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Running towards the storm
I’m coming, tremble awake
Bring me closer
Syphon every little conservent
Trace me closer
Soon it will all disappear
Long may it run
I haven't slept for months
I'll sleep when I can settle all the servants in the mess
You'll find me wandering around a thousand yards of?
I'm holding every head
Running towards
Running towards the storm
Today I'm in control
