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it comes from beginning it comes from the end i know it all like an unwritten rule and i won't live in fear again it comes from looked over it comes from your friends i've known it all before i've been born and i won't live like i did then because these are wicked times gotta know where to hide i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still feel uneasy when the storm comes it plays in the playing it plays in the game i've seen the sides of a man through his eyes and i would rather be insane, to you, because these are wicked times gotta know where to hide i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still feel uneasy when the storm comes it makes it seem nothing then it becomes everything i hold it tight in these hands of mine then it turns to sand again these are wicked times gotta know where to hide i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still feel uneasy when the storm, when the storm comes. these are wicked times. From Letras Mania