Oh the storm i'm in,
And the chasm, the sweet old chasm.
Slowly, surely it creeps.
Takes away all the glory, the strength,
Till' there's nothing left.
Oh, yeah. There was really nothing left.
I want to raise the flag already,
Break up already, wake up now.
Walk away, take it all back now.
Oh, the storm we're in.
And the chasm, the sweet old chasm,
It's killing me. It's killing me
May the odds be ever in my favor.
I wish, though.
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