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There's a hole in the roof, and the rain's comin' down, |
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The roads are all flooded, there's no way back to town, |
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And this ship we came in on, has just run aground, |
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You know fate has a funny way of comin' around |
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The memories we've buried, have now taken seed, |
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When spring time comes they'll turn into weeds, |
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And they'll creep through your window to smother your dreams, |
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you know fate has a funny way of comin' around |
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Oh they'll carve our names like scripture, |
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To the souls of their feet, |
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Every footprint that they take, |
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It will tell of our deed, |
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Drowning lies, oh they're following me, |
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Till the flow tide comes, to swallow, |
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the beach, |
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This bottle of bourbon's now dry as a bone, |
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It drank us all up and then it left us alone, |
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Well we sense whats to come, but we can't choke it down, |
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you know fate has a funny way of coming around |