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The clouds hit a formation, now they're perfectly aligned, |
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And the trees just seem a pushover to a wind this great. |
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It's swinging down in spirals, or an invisible sheet, |
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A see-through wave to sweep up those who dare to be late. |
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And the sky is screaming murder, look at him murder, |
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He's a murder, murderer. |
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He's a murder, he's a murderer, |
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He's a murder, he's a murderer, |
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He's a murder, he's a murder murderer... |
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A depression looms upon us, a bank of thick black cloud. |
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I feel a drop in temperature, hear the thunder clap. |
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My heart beats out my rib cage, my lungs are burst black balloons, |
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Nothing's ever seemed as uncertain, as everything is now. |
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Will you stop screaming murder, look at our maker |
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He's a murder, murderer. |
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He's a murder, he's a murderer, |
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He's a murder, he's a murderer, |
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He's a murder, he's a murder murderer... |
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Ten, nine, eight more seconds until I am gone, |
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I will be letting go |
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He's a murder, he's a murderer, |
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He's a murder, he's a murderer, |
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He's a murder, he's a murder murderer... |
