And now its all rainclouds and thunder claps; they say from their electronic boxes. She says she is concerened for me. That's all, its as simple as that, she's concerned. Well I'm concerned too, concerned that I have no idea. So I'll freeze up, I stop. Tommrow I may even turn to stone. The hills, bring them to me before I'm gone, before I fade. I
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