Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Turn away and slam the door The cold never bothered me anyway I don't care What they're going to say Let the storm rage on Standing frozen In this life I've chosen

Hey, hey, hey You think that I'm a little baby You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me 'Cause I can be zen, and I can be the storm, yeah Smell like a rose, and I pierce like a thorn, yeah Karate

Before I tear, tear out my eyes I am awakened I'll just admit they're part of me (they're part of me) The storm is coming and I have a choice To accept nature or lose my voice Shall I scream and plead for nothing Or build a roof over my head? I mourn the

What am I supposed to do with this heart I'm so lost in paradise If I open up my eyes I can see the storm, I can see the sky I can see the darkness flashing lights All my fears, don't deny Let me stay, I'm lost in paradise In love we all will fall but,

"Där tog en nordlig vind skeppet, så att kungen ombord fördes med till strid mot två kungar De djärva kungarna Hälsade med pilskott Ordlöst i striden. Sköldarnas buller räckte." Blood red bows plough the waves

You'll dance to anything We are a hurricane Drop our anchors in a storm They will never be the same They're fighting with us to keep us warm 'Cause they know, I know, that they don't look like me Oh, they know, I know, that they don't sound like me

Baby without warning Had my heart stormin' The moon went hiding Stars quit shining Rain was dropping Thunder 'n lightning You wrecked my whole world when you came And hit me like a hurricane You hit me like a hurricane

And I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt... hey shawty I'm straaaiiiggghhhttt Yeah, yeah, uh, aye! What the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma call all the way and get

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

When it rains it pours Like summer storms The rivers flood the banks And spill into the streets But the people laughed And swore that they'd restore The city piece by piece And then the clouds gave Way as if to agree