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She was wandering wild-eyed out in the street |
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So I brought her upstairs and sat at her feet |
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I made her some coffee and something to eat |
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Cassandra, now, tell me |
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Go on you can tell me |
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She just shook her head |
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And kicked at the bedspread |
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And cried, "Why do I see terrible things?" |
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She said that the rivers would run in reverse |
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And hurricane season this year will be worse |
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Wells in the desert all gushing with blood |
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Great giant palaces buried in the mud |
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She talked about a plane crash, it happened that night |
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When I saw it on television, I knew she was right |
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She said she could see oh so clearly what happens to me |
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I said, "No, please, |
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I don't wanna know, |
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I don't wanna know, |
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I don't wanna know, |
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I don't wanna know, |
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No." |
