I felt the sorrow of a hurricane
Two times in a row, the sky was blamed
Now the sound of the doom
And you're playing the fool
The red light's on today
My last thing to say
I want to be your last
I want to be yours
I felt the sorrow of a hurricane
I met the son of sweet lovely rain
I felt the sorrow of a hurricane
I met the son of sweet lovely rain
And you see me falling ‘cross the air
Then a rainbow, sweet lovely rain
Am you forced then to make me smile?
Am I forced then to hear you lie?
And now the sound of doom
You're playing the fool
The red light's on today
My last thing to say
I wanna be your last
Well I want to be yours
Oh you tell me you own your lies
And all the things that you've got inside
And all the things that you kept for me
I know it's hard to forget, I know
But I wanna be yours see less

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