Из альбома: Before the Storm

Cold stove waits for me when I get home
No fire burnin' for me, living on my own
I could de in my sleep, nobody’d ever bother asking why
Lying here, all alone listen to my soul cry
I must be losing my grip
I feel I’m slipping away
Now the dawn’s coming after me Lost another day
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Born in the middle of no time, west of nowhere
Looking for a saddle just to take my burden elsewhere
I must be losing my grip
I feel I’m slipping away
Now the dawn’s coming after me Lost another day
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
I must be losing my grip
I feel I’m slipping away
Now the dawn’s coming after me Lost another day
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now
Now, n-n-n-now, now, now, now

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