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When the night shows |
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the signals grow on radios |
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All the strange things |
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they come and go, as early warnings |
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Stranded starfish have no place to hide |
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still waiting for the swollen Easter tide |
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There's no point in direction we cannot |
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even choose a side. |
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I took the old track |
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the hollow shoulder, across the waters |
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On the tall cliffs |
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they were getting older, sons and daughters |
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The jaded underworld was riding high |
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Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky |
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and as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain |
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was warm and soaked the crowd. |
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Lord, here comes the flood |
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We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood |
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If again the seas are silent |
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in any still alive |
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It'll be those who gave their island to survive |
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Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry. |
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When the flood calls |
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You have no home, you have no walls |
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In the thunder crash |
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You're a thousand minds, within a flash |
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Don't be afraid to cry at what you see |
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The actors gone, there's only you and me |
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And if we break before the dawn, they'll |
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use up what we used to be. |
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Lord, here comes the flood |
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We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood |
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If again the seas are silent |
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in any still alive |
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It'll be those who gave their island to survive |
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Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry. |
