I've been there before.
like a hurricane
it comes knocking on you door
i guess no one can stop it
when it comes, it comes.
In the chill of the night
the sky's falling
but Chickie you'll be alrigh'
I'll cradle you in my arms
you feel warm.
who you deceiving?
the coldness is still there
its a long road you're weaving
but don't worry
the end is near.
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