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When the night shows the signals grow on radios |
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All the strange things they come and go as early warnings |
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Stranded starfish have no place to hide |
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Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide |
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There's no point in direction |
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We cannot even choose a side |
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I took the old track |
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The hollow shoulder, across the waters |
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On the tall cliffs |
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They were getting older, sons and daughters |
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The jaded underworld was riding high |
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And waves of steel hurled metal at the sky |
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And as the nails sunk in the cloud |
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The rain was warm and soaked the crowd |
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Lord, here comes the flood |
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We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood |
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If again the seas are silent in any still alive |
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It'll be those who gave their island to survive |
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Drink up dreamers you're running dry |
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When the flood calls |
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You have no home, you have no walls |
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In the thunder crash |
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You're a thousand minds, within a flash |
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Don't be afraid to cry at what you see |
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The actors gone, there's only you and me |
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And if we break before the dawn |
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They'll use up what we used to be |
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Lord, here comes the flood |
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We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood |
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If again the seas are silent in any still alive |
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It'll be those who gave their island to survive |
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Drink up dreamers you're running dry |
