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I know I promised if the ground shakes |
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That it wouldn't be an earthquake |
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But no train has left the station |
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And no other explanation |
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So now you're analyzing fault lines |
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And convincing yourself of past lies |
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Should I break our vow of silence |
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And scream, "Get out of the basement" |
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I know I promised we would never |
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Have to talk about the weather |
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Just to fill the air between us |
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Never dreamed that we would need it |
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But the lightning and the thunder |
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Sometimes make me wonder |
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If I should break our vow of silence |
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And scream, "Get down to the basement" |
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I can see the funnel right outside |
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But I'm too tired to hide |
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Yeah, I'm too tired to hide |
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The funnel's right outside |
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But I'm too tired to hide |
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I excuse this one exception |
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As emergency protection |
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But now we're bored and underground |
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Making noises for the background |
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And our only entertainment |
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Is staring at the foundation |
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And wondering if that step crack |
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Is something we created |
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I can the the funnel right outside |
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But I'm too tired to hide |
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Yeah, I'm too tired to hide |
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The funnel's right outside |
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But I'm too tired to hide |
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Was it something we created? |
