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Lightning burned the fields |
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Black fire choked our breath |
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We huddled in the kitchen |
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Sand poured through the walls |
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We looked to one another |
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The children shut their mouths |
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The whirling and the turning |
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Of destruction filled our house |
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The blood-thirsty yearning |
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Clamored all about us |
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Darkness rose up |
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From the floor like a demon |
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Fearful of the death |
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That buckled through our minds |
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Shaken to the core |
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Foresaken and unkind |
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Well, the sun came a-shinin |
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And the dust did settle down |
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Birds and jack-rabbits |
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Lay dead on the ground |
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Electricity |
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Trembled in the skys |
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Sparks shot forward |
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Causing us to fly |
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Take some breakfast |
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But the grit was in our food |
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And everywhere around us |
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Starvation broke on through |
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My husband stood a-starin |
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At the plentiful disaster |
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God was in his eyes |
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But death was in his heart |
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Dried up whiskey |
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Chickens in the house |
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Stolen car stereo |
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Cholesterol on your mouth |
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Stolen car stereo |
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Snowman all in flames |
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Deluxe cockroach |
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Telling me what's real |
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Black Sabbath playing |
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I wake up in my socks |
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Candle all a-burnin |
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Her face is on tv |
