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Just one more of those 82 nights |
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We were all cowboys ready to ride |
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Fire the gun, turn your eyes to the sea |
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Through that night, riding your trigger with me. |
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Your local station gives out the news |
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"The sky is burning, in Malibu" |
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As the beach turns an ominous green |
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Bathed in light from the shape in the sky |
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We all tanned, in a new kind of sun |
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Something's wrong and we're getting ready to run |
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Your local station knows what to say |
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It's just a fuel burn so its o.k. |
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Please hold the phone calls there's no more news |
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It's just a skyfire in Malibu. |
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Pros to cons from diplomats-liars |
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Words designed to tranquilize-fighters |
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Your local station screams out the news |
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The sky is burning in Malibu |
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Please hold the phone calls |
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There is no need for alarm |
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It's just a skyfire, skyfire burning in Malibu. |
