There's no such thing called summer here...

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: Angelene

I got caught in a storm
And carried away
I got turned, turned around

I got caught in a storm
That's what happened to me
So I didn't call
And you didn't see me for a while

I was rising up
Hitting the ground
And breaking and breaking

I got caught in a storm
Things were flying around
And doors were slamming
And windows were breaking
And I couldn't hear what you were saying
I couldn't hear what you were saying
I couldn't hear what you were saying

I was rising up
Hitting the ground
And breaking and breaking

Rising up
Rising up

Slow words
Sweet rewards
Glory of the past
Old stories that refuse to talk
..and I kiss the air
as it whispers softly
through your hair

:Angel ene