| Running out of time better get out or get in |
| Days are slipping by I won't wait to begin |
| 'Cos I'm losing all my feathers in the wind |
| Digging out a memory of who I was before |
| Of how I got involved in this endless war |
| The ones who win don't always need it more |
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| I'm ready for release |
| I'm waiting for the pain to come |
| I'm begging to believe |
| Hailstorms coming, baby bring it on |
| I'm waiting for the blow |
| I'm reaching out to take what's mine |
| Whichever way it rolls |
| I'll dance my way through hailstorms any time |
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| Staring in a mirror doesn't get you very far |
| The people that I'm looking for are out in the dark |
| Under city lights you don't see many stars |
| Crushing out a cigarette is all that I've done |
| Called in all my favours, watched my bridges burn |
| I'm stepping out, never to return |
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| I'm ready for release |
| I'm waiting for the pain to come |
| I'm begging to believe |
| Hailstorms coming, baby bring it on |
| I'm waiting for the blow |
| I'm reaching out to take what's mine |
| Whichever way it rolls |
| I'll dance my way through hailstorms any time |
| I'll dance my way through hailstorms any time |
| Dance my way through hailstorms any time |
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