A taste of someone right before he goes
The phony voice that shouts through your ringtones
A wicked wind is blowing through your bones
The fear of losing breath oh, how it grows

Oh no, it doesn't end. Brush it off and start again.

A call you made to someone that's now gone
The life you wished you had and now it's done
When lightning strikes the places we grew old
The things you've learned to hate and things you loved

Oh no, it doesn't end. Brush it off and start again.

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