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The streets have gone dark |
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They've been dark for days |
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We board up the house |
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Hide upstairs and wait |
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And wait |
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Just outside |
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We hear awful sounds |
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Cower in bed |
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And think of ourselves only |
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The last lights are all fire |
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We let the heat thrive |
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Panicked a week |
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Starved just as long |
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We're two signs of life |
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Our doors are marked |
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Desperate chants of |
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"Help will come |
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Help will come |
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Can't try to leave |
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Help will come...finally" |
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The last lights are all fire |
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Let the heat thrive |
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Turn the seas sour |
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Bleed the ground dry |
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I won't wait |
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You'll give up with me |
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No one comes |
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And we rot in bed |
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No one comes |
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And the boards stay up |
