Each noise has a story to tell.
Each sound has a whisper.
Close your eyes, and listen.
Standing in the pouring rain,
Dressed in metal, chilled and deafened.
Dressed in metal, dressed in rain.
No one can hurt me now.
Each sound has a whisper.
Close your eyes, and listen.
Standing in the pouring rain,
Dressed in metal, chilled and deafened.
Dressed in metal, dressed in rain.
No one can hurt me now.
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