SEE YOU NEXT FRIDAY
No walls can keep me protected,
No sleet - nothing between me and the rain.
And you can't save me now, I'm in the grip of a hurricane.
I'm going to blow myself away
No home, don't want shelter
No calm, nothing to keep me from the storm
And you can't hold me down, 'cause
I belong to the hurricane
It's going to blow this all away
I'm going out, I'm going to drink myself to death
And in the crowd I see you with someone else
I brace myself 'cause I know it's going to hurt
But I like to think at least things can't get any worse
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