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a great cold wind carries me down
down
down
to the darkest room there is.
and my own voice shouts and echoes about:
"i can't get out."
and climb and meet an old soul's worries - -
and climb "you can try and try and try
but i climb but you can't get out."
echoes of dreams dangle down
the sweet relief is fleeting
but like the light that's over now
my hands are lightly bleeding
it's a dead-end climb but
a
long
way
down
when you f
a
l
l
to darkness calling
and an angel's voice echoes all around
"you can't get out"
so hold on tight to tear drops and wash away your worries
y
r y
you can cry and cry and c y
y
but there's no way out.