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- The Lion

 

I can feel the trees cowering from the rain
like they never had seen it before.
I can feel the fire burn for me with its rage.
To never be extinguished by crossing paths with running water.
My body's never felt this cold.

It's like I'm losing touch yet gaining more control.
I'm losing hope with every step.
My bones are coming close to falling off
from skin that holds it close.
I need the glue that pulls me back to you.

If I was the flame I'd burn the trees
to save them from the rain that's coming when this is over.
My body's never felt this cold.

It's like I'm losing touch yet gaining more control.
I'm losing hope with every step.
My bones are coming close to falling off
from skin that holds it close.
I need the glue that pulls me back to you.

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