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He said "Boys, let's paint the skies. It'sdo or die and black tonight.We'll shoot on down,beneath this high horse that we ride." |
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Soft-skinned boys, lead the way |
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On this dirt path that you play. |
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It's to the fair,for this family to stay. |
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They'll stay, stay, stay, and break away. |
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And as all the churches fall, so does,so does the |
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Ferris wheel. |
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Oh, what a great tornado. |
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All the rides and penny fights,turn to nothing with the night. |
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Except the wind,it gathers quickly up, the lights. |
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Little girls wait in linefor their |
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Maypole turning time,shouting outas they swiftly spin around. |
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They spin around and around and around til they fall down. |
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And as all the churches fall, so does,so does the |
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Ferris wheel. |
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Oh, what a great tornado. |
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The cowboys, they pull out their gunsand all the children run. |
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And as all the churches fall, fall down,so does the |
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Ferris wheel. |
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Oh, what a great tornado. |
