Ya never see clearly, til ya stop cryin
I never found it, until I stopped tryin
I stumbled upon ya and fell thru the ceiling tiles
I started a fire, to smoke out my treasons
I tore down a building, to pick up the pieces
And now on a clear glass wall, I can see our fate
But it’s a little too late

Oh If you’re hearin this
I musta made it through
Oh when the clouds above open up through my window
I’ll see the sky’s still blue

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