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The dogs are letting postmen come and go |
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The muscle cars are driving way too slow |
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And everybody's walking on tip-toe |
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For every yes, a hundred no's |
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The kind of day when nothing hits the fan |
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The kind of day when nothing's in demand |
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The kind of day when music means Chopin |
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And love is shown by holding hands |
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It's the calm before the storm |
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Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune |
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It's the calm before the storm |
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False sense of security, shown to be a forgery |
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And everybody's talk is monotone |
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And everybody's look is monochrome |
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And everybody's flight has been postponed |
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The loudest sound's a dial tone. |
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It's the calm before the storm |
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Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune |
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It's the calm before the storm |
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False sense of security, shown to be a forgery |
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Something's about to break, but is isn't clear (Not enough was going on, oh no) |
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Is it something we should cheer (Not enough was going on, oh yeah) |
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Is is something we should fear (No enough was going on, oh yeah) |
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The ocean doesn't feel like making waves |
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There's no one that the lifeguard needs to save| |
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And on one's in the mood for feeling brave |
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We're well behaved, so well behaved |
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It's the calm before the storm |
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Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune |
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It's the calm before the storm |
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False sense of security, shown to be a forgery |