Storm clouds gathered long before we spoke
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Pressures rising beneath the smoke
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You thought the sky was calm and clean
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But I saw the shimmer of something unseen
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A quiet tension in the air
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A warning whispered, in silent prayer
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You touched my arm like it meant no cost
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But the wind abruptly shifted, and something else was lost
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We walked through our day like nothing was wrong
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But the rhythm beneath us was not so strong
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Your laughter crackled like a distant flare
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A signal fire burning elsewhere
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I felt your tremors behind your smiles
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A fault line stretching; miles by miles
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You didn't notice the gathering frost
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But I heard the storms counting what they had lost
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Maybe fate was waiting for our spark
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To a fuse laid out in the quiet dark
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Maybe the world was holding its breath
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Balancing softly,... between life and death
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(Maybe the storm was waiting)
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Maybe the storm was waiting
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Maybe the fuse was drawn
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Maybe the world was aching
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For someone to set the dawn
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Maybe the chaos wanted
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A reason to be born
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Maybe we weren't the cause at all
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Just the ones who lit the storm, forlorn
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You said one word, and the air ignited
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A spark so small, yet the world delighted
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The pressure snapped like a brittle bone
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And suddenly everything was overthrown
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The sky cracked open with a violent grace
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Lightning carving truth across your face
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You looked at me like I'd gone too far
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But the storm had already stolen our star
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I tried to hold back the avalanche
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But the mountain had waited for its chance
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Every secret we buried deep
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Came roaring out of its restless sleep
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You blamed me for the thunder's roar
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But the clouds had been gathering long before
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We were just sparks in our cosmic planned
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Carried by winds we could not command
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(Maybe the storm was tired of calm)
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(Maybe it needed a human palm)
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(To strike the match, to break the seal)
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(To give the sky something real to feel)
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(Maybe the storm was waiting)
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Maybe the storm was waiting
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Maybe the fuse was drawn
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Maybe the world was aching
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For someone to set the dawn
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Maybe the chaos wanted
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A reason to be born
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Maybe we weren't the cause at all
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Just the ones who lit the storm, forlorn
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In the center of the fury, everything slows
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The wind holds its breath, the pressure grows
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You look at me with a question unspoken
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As if wondering when the world was first broken
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But storms don't start with a single word
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They gather in silence, unheard
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We were just the final straw
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The last vibration in a cosmic lore
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What if the universe was tired of peace
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Longing for thunder, craving release?
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What if the calm was a fragile lie
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And the storm was the truth we tried to deny?
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What if the chaos wasn't wrong
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Just a force that had waited too long?
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And we, unknowing, soft and small
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Were chosen to answer the storm's call
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Now the rain has washed the world anew
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And I'm left standing far from you
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The sky is clear, but the ground is torn
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A landscape reshaped, reborn
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I trace the path of the lightning's mark
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A silver scar through the quiet dark
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And I wonder if we ever belong
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Or if we were just the storm all along
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I gather the pieces the wind left behind
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Fragments of moments we couldn't rewind
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Some still shimmer with what we were
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Others crumble at the slightest stir
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But in the wreckage, I finally see
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The storm wasn't you, it wasn't me
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It was something older, vast and strong
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A force that used us to sing its song
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Maybe the storm was waiting
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Maybe the fuse was drawn
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Maybe the world was aching
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For someone to set the dawn
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Maybe the chaos wanted
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A reason to be born
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Maybe we weren't the cause at all
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Just the ones who lit the storm, forlorn
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