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Lord I must be dreamin' |
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What else could this be |
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Everybody's screamin' |
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Running' for the sea |
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Holy lands are sinkin' |
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Birds take to the sky |
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The prophets are all stinking drunk |
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I know the reason why |
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Eyes are full of desire |
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Mind is so ill at ease |
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Everything is on fire |
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Shit piled up to the knees |
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Out of rhyme or reason |
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Everyone's to blame |
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Children of the season |
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Don't be lame |
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Sorry, you're so sorry |
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Don't be sorry |
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Man has known |
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And now he's blown it |
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Upside down and hell's the only sound |
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We did an awful job |
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And now they say it's nobody's fault |
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Old St. Andres |
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Seven years ago |
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Shove it up their richters |
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Red lines stop and go |
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Noblemen of courage |
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Listen with their ears |
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Spoke but how discouragin' |
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When no one really hears |
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One of these day's you'll be sorry |
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Too many houses on the stilt |
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Three million years or just a story |
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Four on the floor up to the hilt |
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Out of rhyme or reason |
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Everyone's to blame |
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Children of the season |
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Don't be lame |
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Sorry, we're so sorry |
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Don't be sorry |
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Man has known |
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And now he's blown it |
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Upside down and hell's the only sound |
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We did an awful job |
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And now we're just a little too late |
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Eyes are full of desire |
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Mind is so ill at ease |
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Everything is on fire |
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Shit piled up in debris |
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California showtime |
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Five o'clock's the news |
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Everybody's concubine |
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Was prone to take a snooze |
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Sorry, we're so sorry |
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Don't be sorry |
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Man has known |
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And now he's blown it |
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Upside down and hell's the only sound |
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We did an aweful job |
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And now we're just a little too late |