Woorden: Guster. Ganging Up on the Sun. Lightning Rod.

Standing on a building
I am a lightning rod
And all these clouds are so familiar

Descending from the mountain tops
The gods are threatening
But I will return an honest soldier

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Steady on this high-rise
Like every lightning rod
And all these clouds are boiling over

Swimming in adrenaline
The sky is caving in
But I will remain the honest soldier

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