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Who put this storm in your soul? & who put that storm on your face Or is it the noise of irony & boredom Fighting it out for first place Making black hole from mole hill Well hey now, what did you expect? When you're spending it all on construction Construction of a wreck Construction of a wreck But precious one Hanging by a thread until you've come undone & you've come undone Letras de cancionesLinger but tomorrow won't come soon enough Give us all of your nonsense Something to light up our lives Don't make all your descisions We will not turn out that light But precious one Hanging by a thread You're mind's made up You've come undone Linger but the answers won't come soon enough Street lights here we buzz around We wait for an inch to pass But still lies the storm these statues call home But now we can crumble at last & now I can crumble at last Who put that storm in your soul Like statues Who put that storm in your soul Like statues From Letras Mania