Now the time has come to speak I was not able And water through a rusted pipe Could make the sense that I do
Gurgle, mutter Hiss, stutter Moan the words like water Rush and foam and choke
Having waited This long of a winter I fear I only Croak and sigh
Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin
Now the time has come to move I was not able Water through a rusted pipe Could make the moves that I do
Stagger, stumble Trip, fumble I fear I only Slip and slide
Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin
Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin
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