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Riding the Storm out

It’s black
Cold as hell
We’re here
Alone

Where are we?
Why are we?
Who knows?
Who’ll ever know?

I know shit.
The doctors less.
All I know
Is that my gramps

Is dieing
He’s sick
Noone knows
Jack

We’re out here
Alone
Windy
It’s hell

And we are
here all alone
And we are
Riding the storm out

Desember 2005