I first met you many years ago,
Since I've met you many years have passed,
Most of which I've been trying to figure you out, of my life?
Where you go you leave a trail of chaos,
Your footsteps always lead to the same thing,
It may be hard for everyone to see what's going on.
But you can count on me.
Like a freight train without any freight...
I promise you, the end's gonna come, soon.
And like a hurricane, the end's gonna come.
As you know it should.
And right in the depths of despair,
Honestly I still truly care.
How I long to see you set free.
Now I know, the liberator can't be me.
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