When the wind blew
I thought I heard a voice or two
In a cloud with a grey hue
Take my hand or wonder through
The choice is up to you
Not many have walked in my shoe
Only a few
Then you will know that it is true
Out of my mouth the demons flew
The fear will brew
You won't know it Grew
But once you do
It's like nothing you ever knew
Cocktail of pills little and blue
Save my life make me brand new
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