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Just a song of Gomorrah |
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I wonder what they did there |
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Must've been a bad thing |
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To get shot down for |
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Wonder how they blew it up |
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Or if they burned it down |
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Get out, get out, Mr. Lot |
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Don't you look around |
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Who gave you your orders? |
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Someone from the sky |
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I heard a voice inside my head |
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In the desert wind so dry |
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I heard a voice telling me to flee |
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The very same voice I always believe |
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Said, a lot of trouble's coming |
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But it don't have to come to you |
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I'm telling you, so you can tell |
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The rest what you been through |
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Don't you turn around, no |
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Don't look after you |
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It's not your business how it's done |
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You're lucky to get through |
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You're a good upstanding man |
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A credit to the flock |
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If you don't face straight ahead |
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You could not take the shock |
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Blew the city off the map |
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Left nothing there but fire |
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The wife of Lot got turned to salt |
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Because she looked behind her |
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Because she looked behind her |
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Because she looked behind her |
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Because she looked behind her |
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Because she looked behind her |
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Because she looked behind her |