And the air was full
Of various storms and saints
Praying in the street
As the banks began to break
And I'm in the throes of it
Somewhere in the belly of the beast
But you took your toll on me
So I gave myself over willingly
You got a hold on me
And I don't know how I don't just stand outside and scream
I am teaching myself how to be free
(Florence and the Machine "Various Storms & Saints")
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