See the wheel is turning,
and now the wind is burning;
there’s fulgurite forming
in the thunder at my door -
the world is growing cold.
and now the wind is burning;
there’s fulgurite forming
in the thunder at my door -
the world is growing cold.
I’m bleeding from my eye,
and I’m tired in my soul;
leaders won’t lead and friends
are declared enemies -
the world is growing cold.
and I’m tired in my soul;
leaders won’t lead and friends
are declared enemies -
the world is growing cold.
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