Water is dripping from a dripping drainpipe and I'm walking in the cellar of this run-down factory.
Didn't there used to be something here?
And so I'm tired of this place because it'swet and it'scold and darkandemptyandbroken
and gone.
There's the door.
Why is the door, something I never thought of before?
My hot sweaty hand grips the cold clammy doorknob. My heart is beating faster than ever before.
I turn the knob, and throw the door open wide.
I'm in a tunnel, and there's light at the end. Some goddamn cliche? All this for something I've heard before?
But I still can't deny the light at the end.
So I run.
(we'll make it.)
Listen Here.
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