Through the monsoon.
Running through the monsoon, beyond the worldto the end of time, where the rain won't hurt.Fighting the storm, into the blueand when I lose myself I think of you.
I know the feeling, I've been fighting it for years.
I can't let it win.I won't let it win.
Not today, Satan, not today.
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