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1. Story 2

   Lyrics: Story 2

   Godsmack is how the wind feels
   On the face of Mike Winfield
   On his way home from the bar where he works
   Nights - the worst nights, don't nobody tip right
   And between the marriage offers and the fist fights
   And if another mother fucker touch his wrist trying to pull him in to whisper
   He ain't making it to midnight
   Don't they know he got a lighter in his pocket
   A matchbook in his sock and a block
   full of charred skeletons closeted begging to get out
   He paused cause he's scared of airing out the thoughts
   He can taste it in his mouth the sulfur and bitter carbon
   Hearing all the burning bodies shout but no
   That was a full lifetime ago and nobody ever has to know
   He has never told well except Ronald
   But that don't count he was sweet and
   exactly what he needed him to be at the time
   Wine and candlelight and nice texts at lunchtime
   Why had he not called Ron back
   Guess there just wasn't a spark
   No no musn't joke about these things
   Wouldn't want to disappoint Doc Clark
   So many hours on the couch
   So many buried memories that take so many tears to get them out
   Water hadn't never been a friend
   Hold up - where had he seen that car before
   Blue Acura dent on the left rear fender
   Back again the sense of
   Deja Vu
   Strange things you
   Never shake when you wake up in recovery
   But suddenly noticing ash is covering his head cause it's raining from the sky
   Dials home on his cell phone and gets no reply
   What the fuck?
   Where is the babysitter that he overpays
   Body takes over and brain becomes disengaged
   Michael is running his house is three blocks away
   Adrenaline compensating for change in age
   Since the last that he ran it god dammit
   Mike knows he gotta get home fast as he can
   Looks up in the sky, glow's familiar
   Knows those families died with similar
   Awnings and on and on he keeps going
   Hits the corner just as he hears the explosion
   Screams comes from the house,"Did you get them out"
   Mike asking came the crowd that gathered round
   Tears running down his face
   There's that familiar taste
   He wishes it would take him to another place
   Son and his baby girl in his home and he can't
   believe that it's gone in a cloud of smoke
   And he's choking and running forward and hoping
   against hope that he might find them alive and well
   When he knows the results too well and he knows that fooled himself
   And he keeps walking toward the house rather what house is still left
   No intention of stopping letting the smoke take his breath
   Some strong arm rocks him aside Mike falls to the ground and cries
   Why won't you just let me die
   Why won't you just let me die