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Tonight's the night when the waters rise |
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You're groping in the dark |
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The ticket takers count the men who can afford the arc |
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The ticket takers will not board |
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For the ticket takers are tied |
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For five and change an hour |
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They will count the passers by |
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They say the sky's the limit |
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But the sky's about to fall |
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Down come all them record books cradle and all |
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They say before he bit it |
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That the boxer felt no pain |
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But somewhere there's a gamblin' man |
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With a ticket in the rain |
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Mary Anne, |
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I know I'm a long shot |
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But Mary Anne, what else have you got |
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I am a ticket taker, many tickets have |
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I tornAnd |
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I will be your arc, we will float above the storm |
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Many years have passed in this river town |
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I've sailed through many traps |
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I keep a stock of weapons should society collapse |
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I keep a stock of amo |
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One of oil and one of gold |
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I keep a place for |
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Mary AnneSoon she will come home |
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CHORUSCHOR |
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