The Wind Blows
Say I don’t mind you under my skin,
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.
When we were made we were set apart,
life is a test and I get bad marked.
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins.
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.
When we were made we were set apart,
life is a test and I get bad marked.
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins.
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
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Disclaimer: I DO own this story and the fictional characters in this story,
so please do NOT steal my thoughts and ideas. ©lovwthpeace19
Disclaimer: I DO own this story and the fictional characters in this story,
so please do NOT steal my thoughts and ideas. ©lovwthpeace19
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