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Jordan Reyne
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Dead
I'd pay the wind to turn it off You make an ice age from a dry dock. I'll sit here and wait for the steamers to sail.
The quiet earth turns in its sleep And mountains fall into the sea. There is nothing else but waiting. Waiting.
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com As History shook her tired head I spoke with a man who was already dead Through yellow clouds of nicotine He waved dismissive hands at me He said: You don't know that you're nothing. I don't like words that talk of pain And I'm really only waiting. But it feels like something.
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