Bring me storms
During the drought
Through the thorns I see a way out
Early in the morning
When nothing is yet decided
I am awfully small
And the world goes round
Wading through it all
It busies my mind
Either way I turn I fall
Either way
I am filled up with noise
And they whisper too loud
I'm an old wind-up toy
Forced to walk through the crowd
Bring me storms
During the drought
Through the swarm
There's a way out
Either way I turn I fall
Either way
I am filled up with noise
And they whisper too loud
I'm an old wind-up toy
Forced to walk through the crowd
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