When we forgot how we had known
Our seats were shown
The names of the stars
When the tides would come
The face of the moon
And place of the sun
Storm king seams to say
Bad weather was on its way
But we'd already stop listening
And you know nothing was easier to believe
It's hard to ask for what you need
And we found out its not forever
Running from death doesn't make (...) never
Storm king seams to say
That a change was on its way
But we'd already stop listening

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