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Iv Throwing stones from the edge
Did I make you feel, damaged?
A photograph not a portrait lies
So make your call, or I'll make mine.

In the storm we called our fathers
In the storm we called our fathers
Squint your eyes until you can see,
what's hidden or what's frightening.

If it's the cold you want, then bundle up
If it's love you need, then trust your gut.
In the storm we told our fathers
In the storm we told our fathers
We drove on...

Shadowing, these white lines
Does it take us far or does it lead us blind?
In the storm we called our fathers
In the storm we called our fathers
We drove on...