Standing on a building I am a lightning rod
And all these clouds are so familiar
Descending from the mountain tops the gods are threatening.
I will return an honest soldier
home
Steady on this high rise like every lightning rod
And all these clouds are boiling over
Swimming in adrenaline the sky is caving in
but I will remain the honest soldier.
home
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