[Verse 1: Pressure]
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It's the calm before the storm that sends that feeling to my frontal lobe
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As thunder roams the sky at night I see shelter at [?]
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The rain soaks me to the bone assisted by the winter wind
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The chill is blisterin', my patience for this world begins to thin
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Handed in by heavy clothes, the hail rains heavy blows
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Heavens chose to endeavour the weather, my very foe
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Comes very close, my frozen hand around my own fucking dream
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With each breath, puff and seam, the night it chills my blood stream
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The freeze gripping my chest, my knees strip into flesh
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My screams echo through the night but no-one's listening unless
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They see it eye to eye, buries like the fog slowly buries me
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They light their lights and their vision shows me momentarily
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The edge of the roadside, thanks to cars I'm covered in spray
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Then I try and hitch a ride, the traffic moves the other way
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Then I proceed to suffer, just like my life's energy
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I stagger on relentlessly and see something ahead of me
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I cramp for shelter, I'd take a life for some space
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And knowin' lightning never strikes twice in one place
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I fight for a taste of the dry life, better know as the high life
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But I'm expelled into the winds and that's herald, the story of my life
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I keep on through the raging storm and all these distorted sounds
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([?]Sports of hounds), I'm getting mine no matter how watered down
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I'm caught to drown, caught and frozen, caught a lice, caught a fuck!
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Man it's been raining for days and I think I'm wet enough
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Enough, treading water just to be the next man's shelter
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Enough, drowning victims even though you know I felt ya
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I've got enough problems on my own, find a sanctuary
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Within the eye of the storm, I feel the calm anger me
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[Verse 2: Suffa]
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I walk through life like a drunk in a bar
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I no longer see the light that comes from the stars
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Cause clouds hang overhead like paintings in the gallery
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And rain pats on my head, voices in my head sing "Battle me"
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I challenge the sky, and the sky spits and runs
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So the moistures at my heals and I run quick and fast
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From the mystic dancer, that is the weather the pattern
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Either clapping, attacking, a peaceful night can never happen
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Weather rains for days and leaves you soaked to the bone
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I exhale steam like I was smoking a bone
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I try coping alone but the rain goes through the night
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And it opens my dome like raining blows in a fight
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I've been inside for days, I've been trapped in the south side
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Cause, the [?] a haze and the sky's a blaze outside
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I put in my headphones and listen to some Daddy O
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To try escape the drone of rain pissing on my patio
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But the rain always comes back, never stops, never fades
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Banging on my window like cops, in a raid man
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What, would I trade, for sunlight I feel like grabbing these
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And knockin' myself out, relieving Suffa from this cavalry, ah
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The wilds are wailing?, screaming?, howling and my shutter's guarders
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Overflowing, blowing the wind, in which I suffer
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I wish another day would come and bring the sun in tow
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Cause this storm's a raging ocean and I'm sucked in by the undertow
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The thunder throws a frightening blow, the lighting glows and disappears
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It appears, that it'll be days before the fog and mist will clear
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Sticks and logs and missiles here, watch that they don't take a
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Eye out, cry out and get drowned out by mother nature, nature uh
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Running From The Storm
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Hilltop Hoods |